Lady Utterword: What a lovely night! It seems made for us. Hector: The night takes no interest in us. What are we to the night?
George Bernard Shaw
HIGGINS. The great secret, Eliza, is not having bad manners or good manners or any other particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls: in short, behaving as if were in Heaven, where there are no third-class carriages, and one soul is as good as another.
Literature is too full of 'acknowledgments' and squabbles about originality...
Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.
Oh, well, if you want original conversations, you'd better go and talk to yourself.
To be in hell is to drift; to be in heaven is to steer.