Europeans Are Quarrelsome.

Happiness Is The Only Thing I Understand.

I Never Spend My Time Doing Anything I'll Have To Do Again Tomorrow.

A Gentleman Doesn't Pounce He Glides. If A Woman Sits On A Piece Of Furniture Which Permits Your Sitting Beside Her, You Are Free To Regard This As An Invitation, Though Not An Unequivocal One.

Central Europe Is Full Of Little Countries Standing Shoulder To Shoulder With No Window To The Sea. They Are Like The Passengers In A Rush-hour Train Which Has Stopped Between Stations For Three Centuries. And They All Hate One Another. And They're All Crushed Together Waving Their National Flags, Clanking Their National Chains, Jabbering Their National Language.

I Can't Remember Ever Having A Tragic Demeanor. Although My Life Was Tragedy.