He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.

It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.

Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.

You needn't tell me that a man who doesn't love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.

It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.