When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.

For people who like that kind of thing, this is the kind of thing they like.

I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.

It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality.

No fine work can be done without concentration and self-sacrifice and toil and doubt.

It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.

I may be old fashioned, but I am right.