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

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.

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.

A third took the photographs. Another put the sketches in an exhibition, then into magazines, then in a book.

Coughing in the theater is not a respiratory ailment. It is a criticism.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry.

We used to say that inside Cecil Beaton there was another Cecil Beaton sending out lots of little Cecils into the world. One did the sets, another did the costumes.

Youth has many glories, but judgement is not one of them, and no amount of electronic amplification can turn a belch into an aria.

Back home everyone said I didn’t have any talent. They might be saying the same thing over here, but it sounds better in French.

On a clear day, on a clear day, you can see forever, and ever, and ever more.

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

Why can’t a woman be more like a man?

You write a hit the same way you write a flop.

The female sex has no greater fan than I, and I have the bills to prove it.

The winter is forbidden till December, And exits March the second on the dot.

A really efficient totalitarian state would be one in which the all-powerful executive of political bosses and their army of managers control a population of slaves who do not have to be coerced, because they love their servitude.

We are fighting a Labour Party whose avowed enemy is capitalist bosses, whose instinct is to see income as a common pool resource, and whose leading figures find profit morally repugnant.

He isn’t a real boss until he has trained subordinates to shoulder most of his responsibilities.

I got a boss mentality.

Nobody is my boss.

You can get him out of your study, but you can’t get him out of your mind. Might as well give up he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master a freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.

When big-time blunders occur in any workplace, the boss or bosses usually are at fault, not clerks or secretaries or salespeople.

Not reporters, the buck stops with the boss.