Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, Dance, Dance 'till you drop.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.
At every party there are two kinds of people - those who want to go home and those who don't. The trouble is, they are usually married to each other.
One's friends are that part of the human race with which one can be human.
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.
Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.
Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)
Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.
After all, what is your host's purpose in having a party? Surely not for you to enjoy yourself; if that were their sole purpose, they'd have simply sent champagne and women over to your place by taxi.
[N]o party is any fun unless seasoned with folly.
She had heard someone say something about an Independent Labour Party, and was furious that she had not been asked.
Cocktail party: A gathering held to enable forty people to talk about themselves at the same time. The man who remains after the liquor is gone is the host.
Like other parties of the kind, it was first silent, then talky, then argumentative, then disputatious, then unintelligible, then altogether, then inarticulate, and then drunk. When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling.
There is precious little hope to be got out of whatever keeps us industrious, but there is a chance for us whenever we cease work and become stargazers.
The man who doesn't relax and hoot a few hoots voluntarily, now and then, is in great danger of hooting hoots and standing on his head for the edification of the pathologist and trained nurse, a little later on.
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