For four wicked centuries the world has dreamed this foolish dream of efficiency; and the end is not yet. But the end will come.

If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.

What is wrong with the prosaic Englishman is what is wrong with the prosaic men of all countries: stupidity.

Nobel Prize money is a life-belt thrown to a swimmer who has already reached the shore in safety.

Principles without programs are platitudes.

If you can say a thing with one stroke, unanswerably you have style; if not, you are at best a marchande de plaisir; a decorative litt

Baseball has the great advantage over cricket of being sooner ended.