To live like a poor man is only fun when you are rich.
I think that first nights should come near the end of a play's run-as indeed, they often do.
I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
Toronto is a kind of New York operated by the Swiss.
I'm convinced there's a small room in the attic of the Foreign Office where future diplomats are taught to stammer.