I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.

It isnot good enough tospend time and ink indescribing the penultimate sensations and physical movements of people getting into a state of rut, we all know them so well.

Idealism increases in direct proportion to one's distance from the problem.

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

I drink the wine of aspiration and the drug of illusion. Thus I am never dull.

Take modern courtships! They resulted in the same thing as under George the Second, but took longer to reach it, owing to the motor-cycle and the standing lunch.

I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.