There may have been disillusionments in the lives of the medieval saints, but they would scarcely have been better pleased if they could have foreseen that their names would be associated nowadays chiefly with racehorses and the cheaper clarets.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

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

Monogamy is the Western custom of one wife and hardly any mistresses.

The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.

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

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.