The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.

That is what all poets do: they talk to themselves out loud; and the world overhears them. But it's horribly lonely not to hear someone else talk sometimes.

Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated.

Whisky is liquid sunshine.

The ordinary man is an anarchist. He wants to do as he likes. He may want his neighbour to be governed, but he himself doesn't want to be governed. He is mortally afraid of government officials and policemen.

Nowadays a parlor maid as ignorant as Queen Victoria was when she came to the throne would be classed as mentally defective.

Beware of the man whose God is in the skies.