Never mind, dear, we're all made the same, though some more than others.
People are wrong when they say opera is not what it used to be. It is what it used to be. That is what's wrong with it.
Just say the lines and don't trip over the furniture.
Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.
Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.
The higher the building the lower the morals.
If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday.
Mona Lisa looks as if she has just been sick, or is about to be.
I love criticism just so long as it's unqualified praise.
We have no reliable guarantee that the afterlife will be any less exasperating than this one, have we?