Criticism and Bolshevism have one thing in common. They both seek to pull down that which they could never build.
Wit ought to be a glorious treat like caviar; never spread it about like marmalade.
Work is much more fun than fun.
I have a memory like an elephant. In fact, elephants often consult me.
For gin, in cruel sober truth, supplies the fuel for flaming youth.
To take a gloomy view of life is not part of my philosophy; to laugh at the idiocies of my fellow creatures is. However, at this particular moment I cannot find so much to laugh at as I would like.