Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.

There is a point, and it is reached more easily than is supposed, where interference with freedom of the arts and literature becomes an attack on the life of society.

Like all bad drivers, he [Henry Andrews] thought he was the best driver in the world...

The happy marriage, which is the only proper nursery, is indissoluble. The unhappy marriage, which perpetually tells the child a bogey-man story about life, ought to be dissolved.

the reward for total abstinence from alcohol seems, illogically enough, to be the capacity for becoming intoxicated without it.

If it be ungentlemanly to kiss and tell, it is still further from gentlemanliness to pray and tell.

I find to my astonishment that an unhappy marriage goes on being unhappy when it is over.