I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.

Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.

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.

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.

But, good gracious, you've got to educate him first. You can't expect a boy to be vicious till he's been to a good school.

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

Children with Hyacinth's temperament don't know better as they grow older; they merely know more.