Hector Hugh Munro Quotes

We must never confuse elegance with snobbery.

I say that is wine," Brett held up her glass. "We ought to toast something. 'Here's to royalty.'" "This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. you don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. you lose the taste." Brett's glass was empty.

There's no snobbery in me.

By vulgarity I mean that vice of civilization which makes man ashamed of himself and his next of kin, and pretend to be somebody else.

Class is more than money. Class is also about knowledge.

Posh is a way of living that can often be quite miserly and not about money.

No one would argue against the fact that L.A. leads the country in opportunities for being hip and pretentious.

The Porsche was just a vehicle to get to another place. I used it to change people's perceptions of me. I had grown up really middle class. USC was filled with elitists, richies who would go skiing every weekend. So I pretended like I was part of that world - to be accepted.

Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.

There is something urbane, stylish, and worldly about owning a cocktail shaker.

You can't buy class.

In New York, appearance is a form of currency or, at the very least, a calling card. One must look wealthy in order to be recognised as a person of worth.

I can do posh.

In places where people read hardcover books and eat sushi, they're not signing a five-year-old up to tackle another five-year-old.

Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.

To establish oneself in the world, one does all one can to seem established there already.

I learned over the years that it's easy to appear smart referencing things that people don't know.

Good-breeding shows itself most where to an ordinary eye it appears the least.

I beg you come tonight and dine A welcome waits you and sound wine The Roederer chilly to a charm As Juno's breasts the claret warm.

The best way to rise in society is to use all possible means of persuading people that one has already risen in society.

Beasts feed. Man eats. Only the man of intellect knows how to eat.

Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.

He had a certain air of being a handsome man-which he was not; and a certain air of being a well-bred man-which he was not. It was mere swagger and challenge; but in this particular, as in many others, blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.

He who meanly admires a mean thing is a snob--perhaps that is a safe definition of the character.

The connoisseur does not drink wine but tastes its secrets