The basic trouble is that people make statements without sufficient data.

Memory, with its fugitive adjustments, is the merciful veil to the grim enactments of the first law. It hides the anguish in the human heart which is always craving for perpetuity.

It is always easier to be an epicure of a small repast than of a banquet.

One lives everything down in time.

Women are like those blinkin' little Greek islands, places to call at but not to stay.

Tradition is a fine thing. Nothing comes out of the blue, except perhaps thunderbolts and they are not really very useful things.

Unless you are a Bernard Shaw you find a preface a most embarrassing business.