By its very looseness, by its way of evoking rather than defining, suggesting rather than saying, English is a magnificent vehicle for emotional poetry.

The loveliest face in all the world will not please you if you see it suddenly eye to eye, at a distance of half an inch from your own.

Pessimism does win us great happy moments.

Strange when you come to think of it, that of all countless folk who have lived on this planet, not one is known in history or in legend as having died of laughter.

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

The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.

Nobody ever died of laughter.