All the children seem to be coming out quite intelligent, thank goodness. It would have been such a bore to be the mother of morons, and it’s an absolute toss-up, isn’t it? If one could only invent them, like characters in books, it would be much more satisfactory to a well-regulated mind.

She always says, my lord, that facts are like cows. If you look them in the face hard enough they generally run away.

She couldn't have found anything nastier to say if she had thought it out with both hands for a fortnight.

That there is a secret itself is a secret.

Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.

Oh, well, faint heart never won so much as a scrap of paper

Nothing is more cruel to the young than to tell them that the world is made for youth.