Quotes from George Sanders

It's not that it's so good with money, but that it's so bad without it.

People of Wealth and the so called upper class suffer the most from boredom.

Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored.

This is no time to act like a gentleman. I am a cad and shall react like one.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

I am annoyed by individuals who are embarrassed by pauses in a conversation. To me, every conversational pause refreshes.

Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

This is no time to act like a gentleman. I am a cad and shall react like one.

Good-bye. I am leaving because I am bored.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool. Good luck.

Dear World, I am leaving because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool.

It is one of the sad ironies of life that one has to make money in order to spend time but waste time in order to make money. In

Everywhere liberty is surrounded by secret or open enemies

I am ineluctably drawn to the gloomy conclusion that the genius of the American people will drive them into ever tightening bonds of enslavement to technological progress. Out of this the machine will emerge triumphant, man will concern himself exclusively with its maintenance, and we shall all sing, "Oh say, does that star-spangled banner still wave O'er the land of TV and the home of the slave.

Jakie? czarodziejskie zakl?cie w ruch go wprawia?o. Kto jest zakl?cia tego w?odarzem. Co na tym zyska?, ?e go wy??czy?. Có? to za machina. Jakim cudem w ogóle dzia?a?a. Jak?? nap?dzana iskr?. Wspania?a machina. Akuratnie dostrojona. Iskr? otrzymawszy, do ?ycia si? zerwa?a. Kto iskr? t? zgasi?? (...) Kto by ?mia?. Zniszczy? taki cud.

Why will it not work. What magic word made it work. Who is the keeper of that word. What did it profit Him to switch this one off. What a contraption it is. How did it ever run. What spark ran it. Grand little machine. Set up just so. Receiving the spark, it jumped to life. What put out that spark? What a sin it would be. Who would dare. Ruin such a marvel. Hence is murder anathema. God forbid I should ever commit such a grievous—

I do not spoil women. ... I don't send them flowers and gifts. . . . I'm saving those gestures until I am an unpleasant old man who must resort to bribery to win a woman's synthetic affections.

Hope that, in future, all is well, everyone eats free, no one must work, all just sit around feeling love for one another.

Acting is like roller skating. Once you know how to do it, it is neither stimulating nor exciting.

I am annoyed by individuals who are embarrassed by pauses in a conversation. To me, every conversational pause refreshes.