Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.

But, good gracious, you've got to educate him first. You can't expect a boy to be vicious till he's been to a good school.

It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.

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

The cat is domestic only as far as suits its own ends.

His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.

I hate babies. They're so human.