Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.

Fruitcake is like semen, there's a lot of it about but no one wants to swallow it

I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul alone are shameful.

I find that forgiving one's enemies is a most curious morbid pleasure; perhaps I should check it.

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

Our ambition should be to rule ourselves, the true kingdom for each one of us; and true progress is to know more, and be more, and to do more.