Lynn Fontanne Quotes

I serve black tea, which I call Froggy tea. And I have green teas and all sorts of nice teas. I'm serving tea all the time.

Brewing a good cuppa is something not everyone can do, and I loathe bad tea.

I don't know cooking at all, but I think I can make simple tea.

I am going to have a cup of tea, like any good Englishman.

I hate to admit this but I don't even know how to make a cup of tea or coffee. I can boil a kettle for a pot noodle and I've been known to warm up some food in the microwave.

If there was anything any Radchaai considered essential for civilised life, it was tea.

... The truth of the matter is, that most English people don't know how to make tea anymore either, and most people drink cheap instant coffee instead, which is a pity, and gives Americans the impression that the English are just generally clueless about hot stimulants.

If Japanese tea 'stands,' it acquires a coarse bitterness and an unwholesome astringency. Milk and sugar are not used.

It has been well said that tea is suggestive of a thousand wants, from which spring the decencies and luxuries of civilization.

We were in Japan once where they had 30 kinds of green tea. I thought there was one.

China's a big tea culture.

I am very passionate about my first cup of morning tea. I like it in a certain way, so rather than having someone follow my instructions and go through the drill I prefer to just make my own cup of tea.

Tea would arrive, the cakes squatting on cushions of cream, toast in a melting shawl of butter, cups agleam and a faint wisp of steam rising from the teapot shawl.

For tea, though ridiculed by those who are naturally coarse in their nervous sensibilities, or are become so from wine-drinking, and are not susceptible of influence from so refined a stimulant, will always be the favourite beverage of the intellectual.

When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

Now, there is no harm in a teapot, even if it contains tea, if it is let alone.

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!

[T]ea, that uniquely English meal, that unnecessary collation at which no stimulants--neither alcohol nor meat--are served, that comforting repast of which to partake is as good as second childhood.

Tea - that perfume that one drinks, that connecting hyphen.

Hotel tea is when you have to mix together a plastic envelope containing too much sugar, a small plastic pot of something which is not milk but has curdled anyway, and a thin brown packet seemingly containing the ashes of a cremated mole.

I am so fond of tea that I could write a whole dissertation on its virtues. It comforts and enlivens without the risks attendant on spirituous liquors. Gentle herb! Let the florid grape yield to thee. Thy soft influence is a more safe inspirer of social joy.

And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, From a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petit fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.

Thank God for tea! What would the world do without tea! How did it exist? I am glad I was not born before tea.