Rich honesty dwells like a miser, Sir, in a poor house; as your pearl in your foul oyster.
Pearl is a disease of oysters. Levant is a disease of Hollywood.
She kindly laments that I am not of the party, and to be sure I honour great ladies, and I admire great wits, but I am of the same opinion in regard to assemblies that is held concerning oysters, that they are never good in a month that has not the letter R in it.
Contentment is not happiness. An oyster may be contented. Happiness is compounded of richer elements.
The world is your oyster. . . . . . too bad you're allergic to shellfish.
Minds are like oysters. They spoil if you pry them open.
Venice is a cheek-by-jowl, back-of-the-hand, under-the-counter, higgledy-piggledy, anecdotal city, and she is rich in piquant wrinkled things, like an assortment of bric-a-brac in the house of a wayward connoisseur, or parasites on an oyster-shell.
I had no intention of becoming a comedian. I just wanted to make people happy. I tried everything-I shucked oysters, I painted houses, I sold vacuum cleaners. But there was always a voice saying, You should be doing something different. And it was usually my boss and I was being fired.
Why are the bones of great fishes, and oysters and corals and various other shells and sea-snails, found on the high tops of mountains that border the sea, in the same way in which they are found in the depths of the sea?
Poor Britons, there is some good in them after all - they produced an oyster.
Do not enjoy yourself. Enjoy dances and theaters and joy-rides and champagne and oysters; enjoy jazz and cocktails and night-clubs if you can enjoy nothing better; enjoy bigamy and burglary and any crime in the calendar, in preference to the other alternative; but never learn to enjoy yourself.
Sorrow, it is said, will make even an oyster feel poetical. I never tried my hand at that sort of writing but on this particular occasion such was my state of feeling, that I began to fancy myself inspired; so I took pen in hand, and as usual I went ahead.
Obviously, if you don't love life, you can't enjoy an oyster.
Now I'm beginning to live a little and feel less like a sick oyster at low tide.
An oyster may be crossed in love.
Music or the color of the sea are easier to describe than the taste of one of these Armoricaines.
Give me oysters and beer, for dinner every day of the year, and I'll be fine.
We fitted together like the two halves of an oyster-shell. I was Narcissus, embracing the pond in which I was about to drown. However much we had to hide our love, however guarded we had to be about our pleasure, I could not long be miserable about a thing so very sweet. Nor, in my gladness, could I quite believe that anybody would be anything but happy for me if only they knew.
I think that's okay and that is part of growing up and that is good, to learn that the world isn't always your oyster or isn't everybody's oyster.
I realized that with hard work, the world was your oyster. You could do anything you wanted to do.
