I Never Understood Music. It Seemed To

Our Clothes Are Too Much A Part Of Us For Most Of Us Ever To Be Entirely Indifferent To Their Condition: It Is As Though The Fabric Were Indeed A Natural Extension Of The Body, Or Even Of The Soul.

If Sophistication Is A Matter Of Being In Control Of Our Primary Reactions, We May Now Be Sophisticated. At Least We Shall Be Fairly Confident Of Ourselves And May, With Any Luck, Be Confident Of Others. Our Object Will Be To Enjoy Our Selves. But To Make Sure That Our Names Are Permanently On The Cast List, It Will Be Advisable To Be Of Interest To Others. This Aim Must Never Be Confused With The Desire To Be Popular.

I Don't Really Act. I Say The Words The Way I Would Say Them If I Meant Them.

Manners Are Love In A Cool Climate.

As Far As I Know, You Can Fancy Someone, You Can Enjoy Their Company Or You Can Wish Them Well. But What Being In Love Is, I Don't Know.