I read the other day some verses written by an eminent painter which were original and not conventional.
Once a female, always a female. Nature is not always infallible but she always abides by her mistakes.
A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.
His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.
Her frocks are built in Paris, but she wears them with a strong English accent.
To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn't any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.
By insisting on having your bottle pointing to the north when the cork is being drawn, and calling the waiter Max, you may induce an impression on your guests which hours of laboured boasting might be powerless to achieve. For this purpose, however, the guests must be chosen as carefully as the wine.
There's only one thing more beautiful than a beautiful dream, and that's a beautiful reality.
We live in a bubble of the fantasy of death, but the reality of it is something that we obviously all face and have to deal with, at some point.
A film is a director's vision. . . there is, however, much input an actor or actress can have.
[We need] to choose immigrants based on merit. Merit, skill, and proficiency. Doesn't that sound nice? And to establish new immigration controls to boost wages and to ensure that open jobs are offered to American workers first.