Never get mixed up in a Welsh wrangle. It doesn't end in blows like an Irish one, but goes on forever.

Enclosing every thin man, there's a fat man demanding elbow-room.

The better sort of Ishmaelites have been Christian for many centuries and will not publicly eat human flesh uncooked in Lent, without special and costly dispensation from their bishop.

... To know and love one other human being is the root of all wisdom.

If, for instance, they have heard something from the postman, they attribute it to a semi-official statement; if they have fallen into conversation with a stranger at a bar, they can conscientiously describe him as a source that has hitherto proved unimpeachable. It is only when the journalist is reporting a whim of his own, and one to which he attaches minor importance, that he defines it as the opinion of well-informed circles.

Only when one has lost all curiosity about the future has one reached the age to write an autobiography.

How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dissipation.