Her mother was a Shaw and her father was a Tompkins, Her sister was a bore and her brother was a bumpkins. Oh, Soci-, oh, Soci-, oh, Soci-i-i-i-i-ety!
Her flounces were of gold and her slippers were of ermine, And she looked a little bold when she went to lead the German. Oh, Soci-, oh, Soci-, oh, Soci-i-i-i-i-ety!
For my part I never saw where she kept her fascination, But I thought she had an awful conceit and affectation. Oh, Soci-, oh, Soci-, oh, Soci-i-i-i-i-ety! -- Julia Ward Howe, "The Sociomaniac"
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy. -- Emily Dickinson, Poems
Authors and actors and artists and such Never know nothing and never know much . . . People who Do Things exceed my endurance; God, for a man that solicits insurance! -- Dorothy Parker
Hark! The herald angels sing -- Mrs. Simpson pinched our King. -- Anonymous (English School Children, Christmas, 1936)