Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.

Charity creates a multitude of sins.

Oh, don't cough, Ernest. When one is dictating one should speak fluently and not cough. Besides, I don't know how to spell a cough.

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.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if it were either, and modern literature a complete impossibility!

The only difference between the saint and the sinner is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.