If I were God - and I never understand why I'm not - I should say, "Shop around, I don't think you'll find a better bargain than here."

The search for a life-style involves a journey to the interior. This is not altogether a pleasant experience, because you not only have to take stock of what you consider your assets but you also have to take a long look at what your friends call “the trouble with you.” Nevertheless, the journey is worth making.

Nothing in our culture, not even home computers, is more overrated than the epidermal felicity of two featherless bipeds in desperate congress.

Never keep up with the Joneses. Drag them down to your level.

If you live in America, you don't have to work. You can just drift along in the smiling and nodding racket.

In England, nobody's your friend.

Style, in the broadest sense of all, is consciousness. More specifically it is a consistent idiom arising spontaneously from the personality but deliberately maintained.