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.

The female sex has no greater fan than I, and I have the bills to prove it.

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

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

Why can't a woman be more like a man?

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

All to often, however, what she [the woman] does want is the man she hopes she will make out of the man she already has.