In married life three is company and two none.
The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid
An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.
the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.
It is a sad truth, but we have lost the faculty of giving lovely names to things.
Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.