The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.

I hate babies. They're so human.

In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.

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.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.