Something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was hope
And now, I am dying beyond my means. (Said while sipping champagne on his deathbed.)
Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.
The English public always feels perfectly at ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.
In married life three is company and two none.
To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.