Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.

People seem to think there is something inherently noble and virtuous in the desire to go for a walk.

People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.

Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused.

No Roman ever was able to say, 'I dined last night with the Borgias'.

It is a part of English hypocrisy or English reserve, that whilst we are fluent enough in grumbling about small inconveniences, we insist on making light of any great difficulties or grief's that may beset us.

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