He was very much a man of moods, possibly owing to what is styled the artistic temperment. I have never seen, myself, why the possession of artistic ability should be supposed to excuse a man from a decent exercise of self-control.

I'm sure you have a theme: the theme of your life. You can embellish it or desecrate it, but it's your theme, and as long as you follow it, you will experience harmony and peace of mind.

Every man should have aunts. They illustrate the triumph of guess work over logic.

The bereaved had never any doubt about their dear ones' wishes and those wishes usually squared with their own inclinations.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

The urge to write one's autobiography, so I have been told, overtakes everyone sooner or later.

No innocent person ever has an alibi.