There are few pleasures like really burrowing one's nose into sweet peas.

Never economize on luxuries.

But human nature cannot be content on a diet of honey and if there is nothing in one's life that requires pity, one must invent it; for to go through life unpitied would be an unthinkable loss.

If one cannot invent a really convincing lie, it is often better to stick to the truth.

If there is one pleasure on earth which surpasses all others, it is leaving a play before the end. I might perhaps except the joy of taking tickets for a play, dining well, sitting on after dinner, and finally not going at all. That, of course, is very heaven.

Christmas, so long looming over everyone's head, finally surged up, buried everyone alive and ebbed away, leaving its victims distinctly cross.

There are few pleasures like really burrowing one's nose into sweet peas.