The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.

I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed man.

I didn't have a life until I went up onstage.

"I hope your hair curls naturally, does it?" "Yes, darling, with a little help from others."

And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

I believe it is customary in good society to take some slight refreshment at five o'clock.