Pukka sahib or rank outsider--gentleman or bounder--and it's accent, accent, all the way.

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?

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

It's fine to be a great democrat when you've a slave to rub your boots on.

Old age and youth cannot live together.

A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not. That poor miserable brat of his is growing up, and I certainly licked the hide off her; and she's seen marriage at its worst, and now she's dreaming about 'supermen' and 'great men'. What is the good of doing anything for them?

A tory youth is a youth speculating on his future.