“Sir Henry Wotton used to say that critics are like brushers of noblemen's clothes.”

“Sir Henry you haven't been asked a question for a while. And I'm not going to ask you one.”

“…as Sir Boyle Roche would say, like the last rose of summer…”

“In later years, I argued with Professor Julian Aleksandrowicz because he used some therapeutic activities that I did not like, such as the debatable use of suppressive drugs. I once criticized him for that in public. I was already a professor when I had a nice conversation with Professor Aleksandrowicz. I started, „Sir, as a scientist, I …”. He interrupted me saying – „There are three categories of people involved in science: scientists, these are the ones who take the test tubes, they pour something into them; there are lettered scholars, like you; and finally, sir, there are sages.” Someone later pointed out that I did not answer him – „You are a sage, sir.””

“I see Judaism as a way of life. Sticking up for the underdog. Being an outsider. A critic of society. The kid on the corner who says the emperor has no clothes on. The Prophet.”

“"I’m an owl; you’re another. Sir Critic, good day."
And the barber kept on shaving.”

“No matter how much makeup I wore, people just kept saying "Yes, sir! Would you like tea with that, sir?" "Yes, I would like tea. Why don't you put it on my breasts?" "Certainly. Tea for this man's breasts! Anything else, sir?"”

“Oons, sir! do you say that I am drunk? I say, sir, that I am as sober as a judge.”

“This unasked-for jollity in the middle of an English afternoon left Sir Henry shivering with a red passion, his face a crumpled tissue on which a lobster might well have wiped its bottom.”

“Conditioned like sheep in a flock, they have only managed to say “beee”, which translated into martial language would be “Yes, sir.””