But that's men all over ... Poor dears, they can't help it. They haven't got logical minds.

Birth is beastly - and death - and digestion, if it comes to that. Sometimes when I think of what's happening inside me to a beautiful suprème de sole, with the caviare in boats, and the croûtons and the jolly little twists of potato and all the gadgets - I could cry. But there it is, don't you know.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

It is the first duty of a gentleman to remember in the morning who he went to bed with the night before.

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.

Placetne, magistra?" "Placet.

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