The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.

You will find that the woman who is really kind to dogs is always one who has failed to inspire sympathy in men.

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.

To mankind in general Macbeth and Lady Macbeth stand out as the supreme type of all that a host and hostess should not be.

When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.

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

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