It isn't so much what's on the table that matters, as what's on the chairs.
You must lie upon the daisies and discourse in novel phrases of complicated state of mind. The meaning doesn't matter if it's only idle chatter of a transcendental kind.
When everyone is somebody, then no one's anybody.
Spurn not the nobly born with love affected; nor treat with virtuous scorn the well connected.
My family pride is something inconceivable. I can't help it. I was born sneering.
As is gloriously sung in the Gilbert and Sullivan operetta "H.M.S. Pinafore," in the words of W. S. Gilbert: "Things are seldom as they seem, Skim milk masquerades as cream."