Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.

We used to say that inside Cecil Beaton there was another Cecil Beaton sending out lots of little Cecils into the world. One did the sets, another did the costumes. A third took the photographs. Another put the sketches in an exhibition, then into magazines, then in a book.

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

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.

Stay close to the young... and a little rubs off.

There's a smile on my face for the whole human race.

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