The people look forbidding, solemn, marked by that impossible ideal, Communism, which, like Christianity, seemed to demand too much of humanity and, falling into the wrong hands, led too easily to horrible brutality.

The worst fault of the working classes is telling their children they're not going to succeed, saying: There is life, but it's not for you.

There is always time for failure

It is desperately important to remember when enough is enough, when you've finished the scene.

We don't know much about the human conscience, except that it is soluble in alcohol.

Loyalty to the school to which your parents pay to send you seemed to me like feeling loyalty to Selfridges.

No power on earth, however, can abolish the merciless class distinction between those who are physically desirable and the lonely, pallid, spotted, silent, unfancied majority.