At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.

I also avoid green vegetables. They're grossly overrated.

A perfect martini should be made by filling a glass with gin then waving it in the general direction of Italy.

I have always been very fond of them (drama critics) . . . I think it is so frightfully clever of them to go night after night to the theatre and know so little about it.

The higher the building the lower the morals.

I can take any amount of criticism, as long as it is unqualified praise.

As one gets older, one discovers everything is going to be exactly the same with different hats on.