My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

Pedants, who have the least knowledge to be proud of, are impelled most by vanity.

I am not against hasty marriages where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.

Tears are scientifically described as a Secretion. I can understand that a secretion may be healthy or unhealthy, but I cannot see the interest of a secretion from a sentimental point of view.

The future of English fiction may rest with this Unknown Public - a reading public of three millions which lies right out of the pale of true literary civilization - which is now waiting to be taught the difference between a good book and a bad.

Except in this ignorant and material century, men have always worn precious stuffs and beautiful colours as well as women.

The evening advanced. The shadows lengthened. The waters of the lake grew pitchy black. The gliding of the ghostly swans became rare and more rare.