Art... does not take kindly to facts, is helpless to grapple with theories, and is killed outright by a sermon.

Science may carry us to Mars, but it will leave the earth peopled as ever by the inept.

People who cannot recognize a palpable absurdity are very much in the way of civilization.

English civilization rests largely upon tea and cricket, with mighty spurts of enjoyment on Derby Day, and at Newmarket.

The cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.

Democracy forever teases us with the contrast between its ideals and its realities, between its heroic possibilities and its sorry achievements.

There are few things more wearisome in a fairly fatiguing life than the monotonous repetition of a phrase which catches and holds the public fancy by virtue of its total lack of significance.