... for some of us life always comes C.O.D.

Say something idiotic and nobody but a dog politely wags his tail.

Good shot, bad luck and hell are the five basic words to be used in a game of tennis, though these, of course, can be slightly amplified.

The women sit, getting colder and colder, on a seat getting harder and harder, watching oafs, getting muddier and muddier.

Be blind. Be stupid. Be British. Be careful.

For a driver to be driven by somebody else is an ordeal, for there are only three types of drivers: the too fast, the timid and oneself.

When some people retire, it's going to be mighty hard to be able to tell the difference.

In society it is etiquette for ladies to have the best chairs and get handed things. In the home the reverse is the case. This is why ladies are more sociable than gentlemen.

when we travel, most of us take too much. I always work on the assumption that I'm going to take everything with me because I don't want the second wife to have anything if the plane crashes.

a woman is not really dressed unless she is wearing a hat.

I have the perfect face for radio.

Money is a by-product of time.

Have we ever thought to consider that the need to be loved grows because of its absence, but that love also grows because of its presence? And does this not speak to the power of love?

A theology that endangers life rather than "giving life" is one that cannot accept the title of being adequately Christian.

Can't wait for tomorrow when I get to exercise my patriotic duty as an American: Complaining about how long it's taking to VOTE.

When all a man has is worldly wealth, he is poor indeed.

It calmed me down to see that most of the time no-one gets the scene on the first take.

The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.

Actors are limited by their appearance and while it has cost me some roles, it has got me some very important roles too.

I am able to make a contribution... Let me repeat my convictions, I can make a contribution to American painting.

When a poem doesn't work, the first question to ask yourself is, 'Am I telling the truth?'