Love can bear anything better than ridicule.

Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

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

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

there is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief.