It is a socialist idea that making profits is a vice; I consider the real vice is making losses.
Winston ChurchillRead
I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
Interpretation
This quote humorously emphasizes the difference between temporary states and lasting truths.
Winston Churchill's quote playfully asserts that while the speaker may be intoxicated at the moment, the unchanging nature of someone's appearance remains constant; it cleverly juxtaposes transient conditions with permanent realities, suggesting that superficial judgments can be flawed.
In practice
Using this quote at a dinner party to lighten the mood.
It is a socialist idea that making profits is a vice; I consider the real vice is making losses.
The United States is like a gigantic boiler. Once the fire is lit under it, there's no limit to the power it can generate.
Politics is almost as exciting as war, and quite as dangerous. In war you can only be killed once, but in politics many times.
I will not pretend that if I had to choose between communism and Nazism I would choose communism.
Mountaintops inspire leaders but valleys mature them.
True genius resides in the capacity for evaluation of uncertain, hazardous, and conflicting information.
People would say I never censor. As Billy Crystal says, 'I don't have that button.'
Eighty is when you order a steak and the headwaiter puts it through the blender. Or when you wake up as many times during the night as Burt Reynolds, but not for the same reason.
Nobody gave me what I wanted for my birthday! Nobody! What sort of presents do you call these? New shoes, a green sweater and a bunch of stupid toys!" "What were you expecting?" "Real estate!
As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn’t matter how, I’ll be alright. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won’t mind it too much if I remain outside their lives. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.
I'm not into those kind of rivalries. I remember standing out in front of Stratford, minding my own business. Carload of about eighty kids would pull up: 'STRATFORD SUCKS!' Am I supposed to run after these guys? I'd just stand there, you know. They'd back up. 'STRATFORD SUCKS! ...STRATFORD SUCKS!' I'd say, 'I know. I go there. You're wasting gas, man.
I hate editors, for they make me abandon a lot of perfectly good English words.
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