“On a clear day, rise and look around you, and you’ll see who you are.”

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.

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?

There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.

Be around people that make your problems seem smaller and the possibility of life much bigger.

If you keep quiet and claim that your silence speaks, you’re silently part of the cruelty that goes around you. Thus make your voice sing.

Sometimes the words just fall out of me when I’m around you. So there’s no need to say I’m talented, I’m just lucky to have you as my muse.

Here lies one who knew how to get around him, men who were cleverer than himself

Love is in the air everywhere I look around. Love is in the air every sight and every sound.

Well, come gather around and I’ll sing you a song, about a crazy old world that’s coming along.

Will you be stubborn, full of patience. When all around you rush? Today you built a piece of your future. Will it ever be enough?