Christmas Is At Our Throats Again.

Conceit Is An Outward Manifestation Of Inferiority.

Everybody Was Up To Something, Especially, Of Course, Those Who Were Up To Nothing.

Madame Bovary Is The Sexiest Book Imaginable. The Woman's Virtually A Nyphomaniac But You Won't Find A Vulgar Word In The Entire Thing.

I Don't Believe In Astrology. The Only Stars I Can Blame For My Failures Are Those That Walk About The Stage.

If He (peter O'toole) Had Been Any Prettier It Would Have Been Florence Of Arabia.