Lots of cosy sky That God and I can share. I need air. I need air.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.

Back home everyone said I didn't have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.

Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment, that was known as Camelot.

For a painter, the Mecca of the world for study, for inspiration, and for living is here on this star called Paris. Just look at it. No wonder so many artists have come here and called it home. Brother, if you can't paint in Paris, you'd better give up and marry the boss's daughter.

It's not a pretty face, I grant you. But underneath its flabby exterior is an enormous lack of character.