There are three terrible ages of childhood — 1 to 10, 10 to 20, and 20 to 30.
The laws are:
1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.
Often, a woman is treated as a fragile flower, which is destined to wither. A man just years give charm. This is a glaring inequality!
— She's a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity. Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia. Rose Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was seventeen, right?
— That's right.
— If she had lived, she'd be over one hundred by now.
— One hundred and one newxt month.
— Okay, so she's a very old goddamn liar.
At fifty everyone has the face he deserves.
J'avais vingt ans. Je ne lasserai personne dire que c'est le plus belle age de la vie.
Maybe, you're right. It’s true, crying unexpectedly does make you feel better. When you’re an adult you forget that.