If clothes don’t look good on you, it’s not the fault of the clothes.
Stop ‘doing things’. Don’t socialise. Stay at home a lot and avoid the tedium of long journeys. Don’t go on exotic holidays… in fact, avoid going on holidays of any kind. Watch TV whenever you feel like it, listen to music, read books and, above all, STOP THINKING!
I fry mine in butter.
There is no cure for it, save one.
Yesterday evening, when I was in the back garden, a fox crept out of the darkness and barked in that creepy manner peculiar to foxes. The hares stood up on the back of my neck.
I abhor hypocrisy, but only in others, not in myself.
“I don’t know how women work.”
A line of dialogue from the recent TV production of Sanditon.
My epitaph of choice, please: What was all that about?
Q: In this world of technological excellence, this world of all pervasive communications with one’s fellow human, what information should we believe?
A: None of it.