Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

When people grow gradually rich their requirements and standard of living expand in proportion, while their present-giving instincts often remain in the undeveloped condition of their earlier days. Something showy and not-too-expensive in a shop is their only conception of the ideal gift.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.

Her frocks are built in Paris, but she wears them with a strong English accent.