A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.

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

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

People talk vaguely about the innocence of a little child, but they take mighty good care not to let it out of their sight for twenty minutes.

The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.

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

I hate babies. They're so human.