If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.

Death has this much to be said for it: You don't have to get out of bed for it. Wherever you happen to be They bring it to you—free.

Education is one thing and instruction, however worthy, necessary and incidentally or monetarily educative, another.

I am always incorrigibly interested in the behaviour of the 'human animal', and look forward to perusing divers effusions of your lively pen.

He was of the faith chiefly in the sense that the church he currently did not attend was Catholic.

When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. You are not sickening for anything, you have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a s**t you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is and there is no use crying over spilt milk.

A blonde girl wearing a man's shirt but in all other visible respects unmanly to the point of outright effeminacy.