My children weary me. I can only see them as defective adults: feckless, destructive, frivolous, sensual, humorless.

Punctuality is the virtue of the bored.

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

I have lived carefully, sheltered myself from the cold winds, eaten moderately of what was in season, drunk fine claret, slept in my own sheets; I shall live long.

The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.

Your actions, and your action alone, determines your worth.

He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.

Beer commercials are so patriotic: Made the American Way. What does that have to do with America? Is that what America stands for? Feeling sluggish and urinating frequently?

Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.

Wine is a bride who brings a great dowry to the man who woos her persistently and gracefully.

I am convinced that this country is ready to have a woman in the White House, but I also think there's still a lot of hidden sexism.

You know honestly, I enjoy working with everyone because remember, these were all real pros that had been around the business a long time.

Revenge was a very wild kind of justice.

The Pentagon's lost entire countries.

The Bible tells us that the sins of the fathers are passed to succeeding generations. The virtues of the fathers can be passed along, too.

I have always been interested in giving back, and I wouldn't want to know a life without giving.

Keep your head up, keep your heart strong.

We should no longer seek to have Budget surplus by end of Parliament. We should avoid tax rises.

"But please, when you see an opportunity..." He presses his hand to my cheek, cold and strong, and tilts my head up so I have to look at him. His eyes glint. They almost look predatory. "Ruin them."

Even the most perfect reproduction of a work of art is lacking in one element: its presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be.