Sherard Blaw, the dramatist who had discovered himself, and who had given so ungrudgingly of his discovery to the world.

The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

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

I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.

Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

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.