Criticism and Bolshevism have one thing in common. They both seek to pull down that which they could never build.
The pleasures that once were heaven look silly at sixty-seven.
Conceit is an outward manifestation of inferiority.
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the mid-day sun.
I'll go and see anything so long as it amuses me, or moves me. If it doesn't do either I want to go home.
The Stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand, To prove the Upper Classes, Have still the Upper Hand.