“The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered…” — Edith Sitwell

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

I am an unpopular electric eel in a pool of catfish.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

The trouble with most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation they do not want to attract attention.