Thomas Beecham Quotes

The champagne was flowing like the Potomac in flood.

When I die, I want people to play my music, go wild and freak out and do anything they want to do.

I want to drink champagne from ladies' shoes.

Partying is such sweet sorrow.

Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.

Vegas is a celebration.

I thought I should have a Rolls, for prestige, so I ordered one. But when it came, I realized that I didn't really need it.

Why do I drink Champagne for breakfast? Doesn't everyone?

Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.

I am sorry my life is so marred and maimed by extravagance. But I cannot live otherwise. I, at any rate, pay the penalty of suffering.

I am dying. I haven't drunk champagne for a long time.

There, standing at the piano, was the original good time who had been had by all.

And the small ripple spilt upon the beach Scarcely o'erpass'd the cream of your champagne, When o'er the brim the sparkling bumpers reach, That spring-dew of the spirit! the heart's rain! Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please,—the more because they preach in vain,— Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, Sermons and soda-water the day after.

My glass is not only half-full, it holds five-hundred-dollar-a-bottle Dom Perignon champagne.

Boy, I loathe Persian luxury.

Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe

There is hope in extravagance, there is none in routine.

She makes use of the soft of the bread for a napkin. She falls asleep at times with shoes on, on unmade beds. When a little money comes in, June buys delicacies, strawberries in the winter, caviar and bath salts.

Dry happiness is like dry bread. We eat, but we do not dine. I wish for the superfluous, for the useless, for the extravagant, for the too much, for that which is not good for anything.

I don't like ostentatious galas and stuff like that, but if you get to the Oscars, you'd better get used to it and you'd better enjoy it.

O Luxury! thou curst by Heaven's decree!

I couldn't resist. I went over and joined in, and we just sang the song together, ... They had no idea that I had written it, or who I was. I was just some weird guy who wanted to join in on the singing.

No sadness is greater than in misery to rehearse memories of joy.

The taste for splendor is hardly ever combined in the same souls with the taste for the honorable.