Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.— Noel Coward
The most devotion Noel Coward quotes that may be undiscovered and unusual
It is discouraging how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
There's always something fishy about the French.
Mona Lisa looks as if she has just been sick, or is about to be.
I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.
A perfect martini should be made by filling a glass with gin then waving it in the general direction of Italy.
For gin, in cruel sober truth, supplies the fuel for flaming youth.
Work hard, do the best you can, don't ever lose faith in yourself and take no notice of what other people say about you.
Consider the public. Never fear it nor despise it. Coax it, charm it, interest it, stimulate it, shock it now and then if you must, make it laugh, make it cry, but above all never, never, never bore the living hell out of it.
I'm not a heavy drinker, I can sometimes go for hours without touching a drop.
Never trust a man with short legs. His brains are too near his bottom.
I have always paid income tax. I object only when it reaches a stage when I am threatened with having nothing left for my old age - which is due to start next Tuesday or Wednesday.
If you must have motivation, think of your paycheck on Friday.
Television is for appearing on, not looking at.
The higher the building the lower the morals.
I've sometimes thought of marrying - and then I've thought again.
Why do I drink Champagne for breakfast? Doesn't everyone?
I do not intend to let myself down more than I can possibly help, and I find that the fewer illusions I have about myself or the world around me, the better company I am for myself.
Squash - that's not exercise, it's flagellation.
Thousands of people have talent. I might as well congratulate you for having eyes in your head. The one and only thing that counts is: Do you have staying power?
Grab it while you can — grab every scrap of happiness while you can
Familiarity breeds contempt, but without a little familiarity it's impossible to breed anything.
Just say the lines and don't trip over the furniture.
Trust your instincts. If you have no instincts, trust your impulses.
The air is like a draught of wine. The undertaker cleans his sign, The Hull express goes off the line, When it's raspberry time in Runcorn.
Having to read footnotes resembles having to go downstairs to answer the door while in the midst of making love.
How foolish to think that one can ever slam the door in the face of age.
Much wiser to be polite and gracious and ask him to lunch in advance.
She had much in common with Hitler, only no mustache.
Wit is like caviar - it should be served in small portions and not spread about like marmalade.
What I adore is supreme professionalism.
I’m bored by writers who can write only when it’s raining.
Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.
Certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs.
People are wrong when they say opera is not what it used to be.
It is what it used to be. That is what's wrong with it.
Many years ago I remember a famous actress explaining to me with perfect seriousness that before making an entrance she always stood aside to allow God to go on first. I can also remember that on that particular occasion He gave a singularly uninspired performance.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun.
Everybody was up to something, especially, of course, those who were up to nothing.
At twelve noon, The natives swoon And no further work is doneBut mad dogs and Englishmen, Go out in the midday sun.
Wouldn't it be dreadful to live in a country where they didn't have tea?
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun;
The Japanese don't care to, the Chinese wouldn't dare to; Hindus and Argentines sleep firmly from twelve to one, But Englishmen detest a siesta.
Acting is not a state of being ... but a state of appearing to be.
Conceit is an outward manifestation of inferiority.
Star quality: I don't know what it is, but I've got it.
That strange feeling we had in the war.
Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
To take a gloomy view of life is not part of my philosophy;
to laugh at the idiocies of my fellow creatures is. However, at this particular moment I cannot find so much to laugh at as I would like.
My body has certainly wandered a good deal, but I have an uneasy suspicion that my mind has not wandered enough.
I'll go through life either first class or third, but never in second.
I see her as one great stampede of lips directed at the nearest derriere.
Someday I suspect, when Jesus has definitely got me for a sunbeam, my works may be adequately assessed.
Criticism and Bolshevism have one thing in common.
They both seek to pull down that which they could never build.
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.