I know what an Act to make things simpler means. It means that the people who drew it up don't understand it themselves and that every one of its clauses needs a law-suit to disentangle it.

A passage is not plain English - still less is it good English - if we are obliged to read it twice to find out what it means.

Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force.

To make a precise scientific description of reality out of words is like trying to build a rigid structure out of pure quicksilver.

A continual atmosphere of hectic passion is very trying if you haven't got any of your own.

In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

If we did not know all His retorts by heart, if we had not taken the sting out of them by incessant repetition in the accents of the pulpit, and if we had not somehow got it into our heads that brains were rather reprehnsible, we should reckon Him among the greatest wits of all time. Nobody else, in three brief years, has achieved such an output of epigram.