I don't always understand other people's motives. I will repeat that for my own benefit, if you don't mind. I don't always understand other people's motives.

I find I always have to write something on a steamed mirror.

It's amazing how right you can be about a person you don't know; it's only the people you do know who confuse you.

That's my answer to the question what is your strongest emotion, if you ever want to ask me: Curiosity, old bean. Curiosity every time.

I hate champagne more than anything in the world next to Seven-Up.

I’ve never wanted to meet anyone I’ve been introduced to. I want to meet all the other people.

What is always overlooked is that although the poor want to be rich, it does not follow that they either like the rich or that they in any way want to emulate their characters which, in fact, they despise. Both the poor and the rich have always found precisely the same grounds on which to complain about each other. Each feels the other has no manners, is disloyal, corrupt, insensitive - and has never put in an honest day's work in its life.