The British do not expect happiness. I had the impression, all the time that I lived there, that they do not want to be happy; they want to be right.

Politics are not an instrument for effecting social change; they are the art of making the inevitable appear to be a matter of wise human choice.

Euphemisms are unpleasant truths wearing diplomatic cologne.

Though intelligence is powerless to modify character, it is a dab hand at finding euphemisms for its weaknesses.

As far as I know, you can fancy someone, you can enjoy their company or you can wish them well. But what being in love is, I don't know.

What is privacy if not for invading?

The poverty from which I have suffered could be diagnosed as 'Soho' poverty. It comes from having the airs and graces of a genius and no talent.