Englishwomen's shoes look as if they had been made by someone who had often heard shoes described, but had never seen any.

I'd like somebody to breed a male, genus homo, who could go and fetch a 12" x 8" black suède purse lying in the middle of a white bedspread and not come back looking baffled and saying he couldn't find it.

The integration of the Negro into American society is one of the most exciting challenges to self-development and self-mastery that any nation of people ever faced.

How close beneath the surface, even in the happiest family, is the chronic grievance! I sometimes think that tinderboxes are inert and powder kegs mere talcum compared to the explosive possibilities in the most commoplace domestic situation.

... it takes a great deal to produce ennui in an Englishman and if you do, he only takes it as convincing proof that you are well-bred.

A person may be totally unimaginative and have the social vision of a mole, and we still call him a decent man.

... the English think of an opinion as something which a decent person, if he has the misfortune to have one, does all he can to hide.