A Quote by Elsie de Wolfe

You can't take it with you. There are no pockets in a shroud. — © Elsie de Wolfe
You can't take it with you. There are no pockets in a shroud.
I turned and faced the Olympians. "We need a shroud," I announced, my voice cracking. "A shroud for the son of Hermes.
We need a shroud. A shroud for the son of Hermes.
Art is the closest you can get to immortality, though it's a poor substitute - you're working for people not yet born - and people want it because it is brilliant. It ends up in museums anyway; the rich have to give it back to the people, it's their only option. There are no pockets in a shroud.
I want pockets in my dresses. I put pockets in everything! I want pockets inside my pockets.
We need enormous pockets, pockets big enough for our families and our friends, and even the people who aren't on our lists, people we've never met but still want to protect. We need pockets for boroughs and for cities, a pocket that could hold the universe.
Any stimulus package amounts to taking money from the pockets of some Americans and placing it in the pockets of others who have better political connections.
I always liked to take on the middle pockets. They're much harder.
What a sense of possession, of confidence, it gave one to have pockets, to shove one's fists into them, as if in simply owning pockets one owned riches, owned independence.
I hate stuff in my pockets, can't stand it. I'll carry stuff in my hands rather than put it in my pockets.
It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.
Corporations are people, my friend... Of course they are. Everything corporations earn ultimately goes to people. Where do you think it goes? Whose pockets? Whose pockets? People's pockets. Human beings, my friend.
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
You have to create little pockets of joy in your life to take care of yourself.
Privatizing Social Security will take dollars out of young folks' pockets.
Raise the taxes, and we find less money in our pockets. Lower the taxes, and we've got more money in those pockets, and we spend it on all kinds of things.
I've told the UFC brass I want big fights: fights that are going to put money in their pockets and money in my pockets and staple me as one of the best of all-time.
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