Anythin' wrong leaves a kind of impression on the eye; brain trots along afterwards with the warnin'.

If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

A human being must have occupation if he or she is not to become a nuisance to the world.

The rule seemed to be that a great woman must either die unwed ... or find a still greater man to marry her. ... The great man, on the other hand, could marry where he liked, not being restricted to great women; indeed, it was often found sweet and commendable in him to choose a woman of no sort of greatness at all.

Nothing is more vulgar than a careful avoidance of beginning a letter with the first person singular.

The business of the artist is not to escape from his material medium or bully it, but to serve it; but to serve it, he must love it. If he does so, he will realise that in its service is perfect freedom.