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Fashion Is Not Style. Nay, We Can Say More: Fashion Is Instead Of Style. Style Is An Idiom Springing Spontaneously From The Personality But Deliberately Maintained. If You Have No Personality, You May Be Able To Save Your Face And, Possibly, Your Entire Anatomy By Following The Current Fashion, But All We Shall Know About You, When We See You Coming Down The Street, Is That You Had Enough Money To Buy A Glossy Magazine And Were Sufficiently Cunning To Work Out The Cut Of The Garments Shown Therein.

I Would Never Go To A Place And Live There Because The Weather Was Good Or The Scenery Was Beautiful Or The Architecture Was Wonderful. I Would Only Go Because The People Are Kind, And In America, Everybody's Your Friend And Happiness Rains Down From The Sky.

The Trouble With Children Is That They're Not Returnable.

You Can't Be A Person And A Lady. If You're A Person, You Can Open The Damned Door Yourself.

Central Europe Is Full Of Little Countries Standing Shoulder To Shoulder With No Window To The Sea. They Are Like The Passengers In A Rush-hour Train Which Has Stopped Between Stations For Three Centuries. And They All Hate One Another. And They're All Crushed Together Waving Their National Flags, Clanking Their National Chains, Jabbering Their National Language.