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

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

It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

There are certain fixed rules that one observes for one's own comfort. For instance, never be flippantly rude to any inoffensive grey-bearded stranger that you may meet in pine forests or hotel smoking-rooms on the Continent. It always turns out to be the King of Sweden.