I have invented an invaluable permanent invalid called Bunbury, in order that I may be able to go down into the country whenever I choose.
Some things are more precious because they don't last long.
If it took Labouchere three columns to prove that I was forgotten, then there is no difference between fame and obscurity.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
I can't stand people that do not take food seriously.
Everyone is born a king, and most people die in exile.