But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think.

The English public always feels perfectly at ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.

Too much work, and no vacation, Deserves at least a small libation. So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses, Work's the curse of the drinking classes.

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

I didn't say I liked it Harry. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference.

Everything is dangerous, my dear fellow. If it wasn't so, life wouldn't be worth living.

Conscience and cowardice are really the same things, Basil. Conscience is the trade-name of the firm. That is all.