Maria: When we enter the Abbey, our worldly clothes are given to the poor. Colonel Von Trapp: What about this one?... Maria: The poor didn't want this one.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Maria: You should get out of these clothes immediately. You'll catch your death of pneumonia, you will. Inspector Clouseau: Y...es, yes, I probably will. But it's all part of life's rich pageantry.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Only through religion can logic develop into philosophy, only from this source stems that which makes philosophy more than science.... And without religion we will have only novels, or the triviality today called belles lettres instead of an eternally rich and infinite poetry.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to th...em, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand. They think, deep in their hearts, that they are better than we are because we had to discover the compensations and refuges of life for ourselves. Even when they enter deep into our world or sink below us, they still think that they are better than we are. They are different.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Fair, rich, and young: how rare is her perfection, Were it not mingled with one foul infection!... I mean, so proud a heart, so curst a tongue, As makes her seem nor fair, nor rich, nor young.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The rich were dull and they drank too much or they played too much backgammon. They were dull and they were repetitious. He rememb...ered poor Julian and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how someone had said to Julian, "Yes, they have more money."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A sumptuous dwelling the rich man hath. And dainty is his repast;... But remember that luxury's prodigal hand Keeps the furnace of toil in blast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
"You are Herr Karl Kraus, aren't you?" asked a young man who was sharing my compartment on a train and who had overestimated my de...fenselessness. "No," I said, which meant that I admitted it. Because if I had been someone else, I would have started a conversation with that idiot.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »