The Maddest Phenomenon In This Wholly Mad World – That The Filming Or Wirelessing Of An Event, Whether It Is The Grand National Or An Attack In Force On The Maginot Line, Is Held To Be Of More Importance Than The Event Itself.
Your Englishman, Confronted By Something Abnormal Will Always Pretend That It Isn't There. If, However, You Force Him To Look Into It, He'll At Once Pretend That He Sees The Object Not For What It Is But For Something That He Would Like It To Be.
All I Want Is A Modest Place In Mr X's Good Reading, Miss Y's Good Writing, And That New Edition Of One Thousand Best Bits Of Recent Prose.
The Worst Of Failure Of This Kind Is That It Spoils The Market For More Competent Performers.
I... Wonder What It Is In The New York Air That Enables Me To Sit Up Till All Hours Of The Night In An Atmosphere Which In London Would Make A Horse Dizzy, But Here Merely Clears The Brain.
The Englishman Can Get Along With Sex Quite Perfectly So Long As He Can Pretend That It Isn't Sex But Something Else.
In Her Early Days She Had That Beatific Expression Characteristic Of Victorian Prettiness - Like A Sheep Painted By Raphael.
This Was An Actress Who, For Twenty Years, Had The World At Her Feet. She Kicked It Away, And The Ball Rolled Out Of Her Reach.
I Don't Know Very Much But What I Do Know I Know Better Than Anybody, And I Don't Want To Argue About It…my Mind Is Not A Bed To Be Made And Re-made.
