Fashion rests upon folly. Art rests upon law. Fashion is ephemeral. Art is eternal. Indeed what is a fashion really? A fashion is merely a form of ugliness so absolutely unbearable that we have to alter it every six months! It is quite clear that were it beautiful and rational we would not alter anything that combined those two rare qualities. And wherever dress has been so, it has remained unchanged in law and principle for many hundred years.

There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.

A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.

The only way to atone for being occasionally overdressed is to be massively overeducated.

I am afraid he has one of those terribly weak natures that are susceptible to influence.

Consistency is the hallmark of the unimaginative.

Nobody ever commits a crime without doing something stupid.