Crises have a way of thrusting into the limelight hitherto obscure persons, and giving them, for a long or short period, a leading role.

The novelists of the nineteeth century had all the luck. They had a huge and easily pleased public and the world they surveyed had every appearance of permanence.

One's own troubles can be borne with fortitude; only a monster of indifference can bear the sufferings of others with fortitude.

Parsons always seem to be specially horrified about things like sunbathing and naked bodies. They don't mind poverty and misery and cruelty to animals nearly as much.

All dogs seem to be great linguists, according to their owners. They always understand every word that's said to them.

Someone has somewhere commented on the fact that millions long for immortality who don't know what to do with themselves on a rainy Sunday afternoon.

He talked with more claret than clarity