Apologies, one loses perspective after spending a week in a brothel.

I like a girl with a substantial bottom, ' said Renoir, drawing in the air the size bottom he preferred.

Whistler, ' Manet called. 'How's your mother?

But she's a redhead, so she's probably evil, even at her tender age.""I thought you liked redheads.""I do. What's your point?

Dreams turn to dust in light of day.

It is always hazardous to express what one has to say indirectly and allusively.

I'm a sailor, not a politician.

I spent a week there one afternoon.

My habit of glorifying things far away in space and time, also contributed to my social isolation.

If I have to climb to heaven on a ladder, I shall decline the invitation.

With the single exception of Park Lane, every north-south route in London slows traffic to the pace of a wounded gnat with pleurisy struggling with a squaddie's backpack.

I am concerned, rather, that there should not be more things dreamt of in my philosophy than there are in heaven or earth.

Be brave enough to do the loving thing.

Gas consumption is growing everywhere.