Not one of our mortal gauges is suitable for evaluating non-existence, for making judgments about that which is not a person.

The more refined one is, the more unhappy.

I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.

Not one of our mortal gauges is suitable for evaluating non-existence, for making judgments about that which is not a person.

And it is the way with us that you may express disapproval of the sun or the moon, or anything you like, but God preserve you from touching the Liberals! Heaven forbid!

I do not know why one should not hunt two hares even in the literal sense....

You only have to start a job of work to realize how few decent, honest folk there are about.