The power to love what is purely abstract is given to few.
My sort of looks are of the kind that bore me when I see them on other people.
[On spiritualism:] I always knew the living talked rot, but it's nothing to the rot the dead talk.
He couldn't see a belt without hitting below it.
If Kitchener was not a great man, he was, at least, a great poster.
She spends her day powdering her face till she looks like a bled pig.