“In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the English.”

L’arbre de la liberté croît lorsqu’il est arrosé du sang de toute espèce de tyrans (The tree of liberty grows only when watered by the blood of tyrants).

The tree of liberty grows only when watered by the blood of tyrants.

That hat looks ridiculous.” “Fortunately, I can change hats,” Wayne said, “while you, sir, are stuck with that face.

You know what’s the rage this year? …Hats.

With hat in hand, one gets on in the world.

A woman’s place in public is to sit beside her husband, be silent, and be sure her hat is on straight.

Buy straw hats in the wintertime. Summer will surely come.

There are things that are a given, that you’ve already established, and obviously, visually, certain iconic things that can’t be completely removed, like a certain hat or a certain coat in my case.

When I was a young lawyer, working women wore hats. It was the only way they would take you seriously.

Every organ in your body is connected to the one under your hat.