Anything that is worth doing has been done frequently. Things hitherto undone should be given, I suspect, a wide berth.

Undergraduates owe their happiness chiefly to the consciousness that they are no longer at school. The nonsense which was knocked out of them at school is all put gently back at Oxford or Cambridge.

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

Every one, even the richest and most munificent of men, pays much by cheque more light-heartedly than he pays little in specie.

There is in the human race some dark spirit of recalcitrance, always pulling us in the direction contrary to that in which we are reasonably expected to go.

Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.

Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.