To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him...two.

There is a kinship, a kind of freemasonry, between all persons of intelligence, however antagonistic their moral outlook.

One can always trust to time. Insert a wedge of time and nearly everything straightens itself out.

No one can expect a majority to be stirred by motives other than ignoble.

To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him...two.

I wish the English still possessed a shred of the old sense of humour which Puritanism, and dyspepsia, and newspaper reading, and tea-drinking have nearly extinguished.

The business of life is to enjoy oneself; everything else is a mockery.