I know your breed; all your fine officials debauch the younger girls who are afraid to lose their jobs: that's as old as Washington.

Old age and youth cannot live together.

No rich man is a patriot, no rich man is a friend. They have all only got one fatherland the Ritz-Carlton; and one friend the mistress they're promising to divorce their wives for.

A tory youth is a youth speculating on his future.

If misery spelled revolt, we should have had nothing but revolt from the beginning of time. On the contrary, it is quite rare.

There are so may ways to kills yourself, they're just old-fashioned with their permanganate: do you think I'd take permanganate? I wouldn't want to burn my insides out and live to tell the tale as well: idiots! It's simple, I'd drown myself... Why be in misery at the last?

I don't know what imagination is, if not an unpruned, tangled kind of memory.