Morality for the upper classes, the gallows for the rabbles.
Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.
You want to be upper class, you want to be first class, but when the plane crash, everybody dead,
I was once naïve enough to ask the late Duke of Devonshire why he liked the town of Eastbourne. He replied with a self-deprecating shrug that one of the things he liked was that he owned it.
How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?
Having photographs around the house is fine - if they're royal and on the grand piano.
People of Wealth and the so called upper class suffer the most from boredom.