When Insults Had Class

We’ve been without power, phone, or heat for the last two days. Thanks to a generator I finally get online to check my e-mail. It’s necessary to have contact with the outside world. I have to catch up on essential communication. Important responses and information await me.

And this:

When Insults Had Class

“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.”
— Winston Churchill

“I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries
with great pleasure.” — Clarence Darrow

“He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary.” — William Faulkner
(about Ernest Hemingway)

“I’ve had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn’t it.”
— Groucho Marx

“I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I
approved of it.” — Mark Twain

“He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends.”
— Oscar Wilde

“I am enclosing two tickets to the first night of my new play; bring a friend… If you have one.”
— George Bernard Shaw to Winston Churchill
… followed by

Churchill’s response:
“Cannot possibly attend first night, will attend second, if there
is one.” — Winston Churchill

“I feel so miserable without you; it’s almost like having you here.” — Stephen Bishop

“I’ve just learned about his illness. Let’s hope it’s nothing trivial.” — Irvin S. Cobb

“He had delusions of adequacy.” — Walter Kerr

“His mother should have thrown him away and kept the stork.”
— Mae West

Lady Astor once remarked to Winston Churchill at a Dinner Party, “Winston, if you were my husband, I would poison
your coffee! ” Winston replied, “Madam if I were your husband I would drink it!”

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