Women thrive on novelty and are easy meat for the commerce of fashion. Men prefer old pipes and torn jackets.

A work of fiction should be, for its author, a journey into the unknown, and the prose should convey the difficulties of the journey.

What critics often ask for is the impossible, though this may be a salutary means of extending the borders of art.

I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.

Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.

But, brothers, this biting of their toe-nails over what is the CAUSE of badness is what turns me into a fine laughing malchick. They don't go into what is the cause of GOODNESS, so why of the other shop?

What's it going to be then, eh?