The French cook; we open tins.

the biggest tragedy of life is the utter impossibility to change what you have done

The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square, Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.

He was afflicted by the thought that where Beauty was, nothing ever ran quite straight, which no doubt, was why so many people looked on it as immoral.

Justice is a machine that, when some one has once given it the starting push, rolls on of itself.

The French cook; we open tins.

Beginnings are always messy.