Happiness lies in the fulfillment of the spirit through the body.

Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.

He [George Orwell] would not blow his nose without moralising on conditions in the handkerchief industry.

There is no fury like an ex-wife searching for a new lover.

Believing in Hell must distort every judgement on this life.

A woman's desire for revenge outlasts all her other emotions.

There is immunity in reading, immunity in formal society, in office routine, in the company of old friends and in the giving of officious help to strangers, but there is no sanctuary in one bed from the memory of another. The past with its anguish will break through every defense-line of custom and habit; we must sleep and therefore we must dream.