One more drink and I'd have been under the host.
There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.
Art is a form of catharsis emotional release, purging, cleansing, purifying.
Should they whisper false of you, Never trouble to deny; Should the words they say be true, Weep and storm and say they lie.
Innocence is a desirable thing, a dainty thing, an appealing thing, in its place; but carried too far, it is merely ridiculous.
[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?