Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.

There are plenty of clever young writers. But there is too much genius, not enough talent.

Our trouble is that we drink too much tea. I see in this the slow revenge of the Orient, which has diverted the Yellow River down our throats.

Childhood, catching our imagination when it is fresh and tender, never lets go of us.

What a grand, higgledy-piggledy, sensible old place Norwich is!