Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.

The Welsh are the only nation in the world that has produced no graphic or plastic art, no architecture, no drama. They just sing. Sing and blow down wind instruments of plated silver.

One can write, think and pray exclusively of others; dreams are all egocentric.

The trouble with modern education is you never know how ignorant they are.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

That's the public-school system all over. They may kick you out, but they never let you down.