Most of life is so dull that there is nothing to be said about it, and the books and talk that would describe it as interesting are obliged to exaggerate, in the hope of justifying their own existence.

The bully and his victim never quite forget their first relations.

English literature is a flying fish.

The woman who can't influence her husband to vote the way she wants ought to be ashamed of herself.

We may divide characters into flat and round.

It was unbearable, and he thought again, 'How unhappy I am!' and became happier.

We are not concerned with the very poor. They are unthinkable, and only to be approached by the statistician or the poet.