There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.

We all know that Prime Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other wedded couples they sometimes live apart.

To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.

And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.

I think she must have been very strictly brought up, she's so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

There is no easy in the world neither hard everything is the same in a way.