“Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak?”

There’s a smile on my face for the whole human race.

Eternally noble, historically fair; Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat. Why can’t a woman be like that?

By order summer lingers through September In Camelot.

I’m getting married in the morning! / Ding dong! the bells are gonna chime.

Why can’t the English teach their children how to speak?

You will follow every mountain, sea and shore, You will see from far and near a world you’ve never seen before.

England still will be here without you.

You see what happens today. Women act like men and want to be treated like women.

Just look at it. No wonder so many artists have come here and called it home. Brother.

Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

Thank heaven for little girls! For little girls get bigger every day.

Pull out the stopper! Let’s have a whopper! / But get me to the church on time!.

An Englishmans way of speaking absolutely classifies him.

If you can’t paint in Paris, you’d better give up and marry the boss’s daughter.

For a painter, the Mecca of the world for study, for inspiration, and for living is here on this star called Paris.

I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things I’ve never done before.

My dad was an English professor.

What is translated from English and into English – and in what quantities – is a question of power.

Of the authors writing in English, I’d mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I’m afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.

A person who acquires English has access to all the things that that language makes possible.

We’re not savages. We’re English.

The most powerful words in English are, ‘Tell me a story.’

I was wondering why I was put in prison for working in an African language when I had not been put in prison for working in English. So really, in prison I started thinking more seriously about the relation between language and power.

I asked a girl who came from America to England, when I was only English, and she admitted she had been to a drama school. And I said, “What did they teach you?” And she said, “They taught me to be a candle burning in an empty room.”