A Quote by Groucho Marx

The Alps are a simple folk, living on a diet of old shoes. And the Lord Alps those who alp themselves. — © Groucho Marx
The Alps are a simple folk, living on a diet of old shoes. And the Lord Alps those who alp themselves.
When you're six years old, you do not appreciate that you're living in the Alps. My sisters and I, all we wanted was to go to Disneyland.
Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.
We have such an embarrassment of riches when it comes to choice. Do you want to hike in the Alps? There are 300 pairs of shoes you can order within the next 10 minutes. You have your choice of everything.
I have travelled around the globe. I have seen the Canadian and American Rockies, the Andes, the Alps and the Highlands of Scotland, but for simple beauty, Cape Breton outrivals them all!
I became a chalet girl for one simple reason: I couldn't afford to go skiing. I had got the bug when I worked as an au pair in the Alps, before university.
I suppose my liking for Italy is partly atavism, my family are of the old Roman stock. They came from the Alps north of Venice.
When I was 20, I was living in the Alps, snowboarding and studying political science. I blew out my knee, and I began to realize my days in the sport were numbered; the reality was I would never be a pro.
There shall be no Alps.
The ancient boundary of Italy on the north was not the Alps but the Apennines.
Thirty centuries of history allow us to look with supreme pity on certain doctrines which are preached beyond the Alps by the descendants of those who were illiterate when Rome had Caesar, Virgil, and Augustus.
Sometimes when I’m flying over the Alps I think, 'that’s like all the cocaine I sniffed.'
I love France. It's got the sun down at the bottom, the Alps for skiing, and all that wine and food.
You don't want to spend much time in Germany or even France in the winter unless you're in the Alps.
I've played around with the notion of making a series on the premise of 'Alps' because it's one of the films no one saw.
It was dark and misty for 2 weeks, and I didn't come up with a thing. Suddenly the sun shone and it was, 'Wow, look at those beautiful Alps.' I wrote 'Mr. Blue Sky' and 13 other songs in the next two weeks.
New, distant Scenes of endless Science rise: So pleas'd at first, the towring Alps we try.
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