It is monstrous that custom should force us to display our faces ostentatiously, however worn and wrinkled and mean they may be, whilst carefully concealing all our other parts, however shapely and well preserved.

Seemingly unreasonable people attempt to adapt the world to themselves. Much progress, therefore, depends on such people.

If the wicked flourish and the fittest survive, Nature must be the god of rascals.

I sold flowers. I didn't sell myself. Now you've made a lady of me I'm not fit to sell anything else.

Rebecca [West] can handle a pen as brilliantly as ever I could and much more savagely.

Go anywhere in England where there are natural wholesome, contented and really nice English people; and what do you find? That the stables are the real centre of the household.

An asylum for the sane would be empty in America.