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.

No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.

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

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

Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.

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

His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.