A self-made man is one who believes in luck and sends his son to Oxford.
All new money is made through the shifting of social classes and the dispossession of old classes.
And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!
Intuition is not infallible; it only seems to be the truth. It is a message which we may interpret wrongly.
Everyone likes the obscene; that is real life.
Socialist writers are made of sterner stuff than those who only let their characters steeplechase through trouble in order to comeout first in the happy ending of moral uplift.