It's a terrible thing to be alone - yes it is - it is - but don't lower your mask until you have another mask prepared beneath - as terrible as you like - but a mask.

I think I hate snow, downright hate it. There is something stupefying in it, a kind of 'You must be worse before you're better,' and down it spins.

England is merely an island of beef swimming in a warm gulf stream of gravy.

How idiotic civilization is! Why be given a body if you have to keep it shut up in a case like a rare, rare fiddle?

What happiness it is to listen to rain at night; joyful relief, ease; a lapping-round and hushing and brooding tenderness, all are mingled together in the sound of the fast-falling rain. God, looking down upon the rainy earth, sees how faint are these lights shining in little windows, - how easily put out.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.