There is only one person an English girl hates more than she hates her elder sister; and that is her mother.

Suppose the world were only one of God's jokes, would you work any the less to make it a good joke instead of a bad one?

A moderately honest man with a moderately faithful wife, moderate drinkers both, in a moderately healthy house: that is the true middle class unit.

The trouble with her is that she lacks the power of conversation but not the power of speech.

Laws, religions, creeds, and systems of ethics, instead of making society better than its best unit, make it worse than its average unit, because they are never up to date.

Every Englishman believes that Handel now occupies an important position in heaven. If so, le bon Dieu must feel toward him very much as Louis Treize felt toward Richelieu.

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