Classical and romantic: private language of a family quarrel, a dead dispute over the distribution of emphasis between man and nature.
Nothing dates like hate and in literature a little of it goes a very long way.
The true index of a man's character is the health of his wife.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of charm.
He [George Orwell] would not blow his nose without moralising on conditions in the handkerchief industry.
Marriage is the permanent conversation between two people who talk over everything and everyone until death breaks the record.