I have no pretensions whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man.
If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.
What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of inelegance.
I first saw President Reagan as a foot, highly polished brown cordovan wagging merrily on a hassock. I spied it through the door. It was a beautiful foot, sleek. Such casual elegance and clean lines! But not a big foot, not formidable, maybe a little ...frail. I imagined cradling it in my arms, protecting it from unsmooth roads.
Simplicity is the keynote of all true elegance.