It would be no loss to the world if most of the writers now writing had been strangled at birth.

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

There was too much hatred in the world; it was manifestly as dangerous as gunpowder, yet people let it lie about, in the way of ignition.

Art is not a luxury, but a necessity.

She did not suddenly start being disagreeable this afternoon, she was so good at it, she had evidently practised whatever are the scales and arpeggios of rudeness every day of her life.

If the poor ever feel poor as the rich do, we will have a most bloody revolution.

A great many quite good plays could be performed with rhythmic howls in the place of dialogue and lose almost nothing by the change.