Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

Of course we all know that Morris was a wonderful all-round man, but the act of walking round him has always tired me.

Only mediocrity can be trusted to be always at its best. Genius must always have lapses proportionate to its triumphs.

When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.

The hospitable instinct is not wholly altruistic. There is pride and egoism mixed up with it.

Not that I had any special reason for hating school. Strange as it may seem to my readers, I was not unpopular there. I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.

The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.