The British churchgoer prefers a severe preacher because he thinks a few home truths will do his neighbors no harm.

I wish people would stop talking about my birthday.

If women were as fastidious as men, morally or physically, there would be an end of the race.

Very nice sort of place, Oxford, I should think, for people that like that sort of place.

My schooling did me a great deal of harm and no good whatever; it was simply dragging a child's soul through the dirt.

History, sir, will tell lies as usual.

When the world goes mad, one must accept madness as sanity; since sanity is, in the last analysis, nothing but the madness on which the whole world happens to agree.