A lot of warm vulgarity is incomparably preferable to a little bit of pinched niceness

Anybody who thinks there is any vague chance of adult exchange with a child is up the spout; and would be much less disappointed if they recognized the chasm unbridgeably dividing them.

England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

anybody who drinks seriously is poor: so poor, poor, extra poor, me.

There is a brotherliness about a drinking person, which is coldly lacking in the straight and narrow enemies of drink; the difference between the two is more marked than nationality or belief: it is an opposite species altogether. It is against the unwritten laws of congeniality for them to mix. For me, a man who does not drink is distinctly indecent.

Virtue in a man doesn't make you want to grab him.

Between threading a needle and raving insanity is the smallest eye in creation.