Cant is always rather nauseating; but before we condemn political hypocrisy, let us remember that it is the tribute paid by men of leather to men of God, and that the acting of the part of someone better than oneself may actually commit one to a course of behavior perceptibly less evil than what would be normal and natural in an avowed cynic.

God in the safe and Ford on the shelves.

Marble, I perceive, covers a multitude of sins.

Now, a corpse, poor thing, is an untouchable and the process of decay is, of all pieces of bad manners, the vulgarest imaginable. For a corpse is, by definition, a person absolutely devoid of savoir vivre.

People travel for the same reason as they collect works of art: because the best people do it.

The author of the Iliad is either Homer or, if not Homer, somebody else of the same name.

No holiday is ever anything but a disappointment.