Flippancy, The Most Hopeless Form Of Intellectual

Human Creatures Have A Mervellous Power Of Adapting Themselves To Necessity.

Life, I Fancy, Would Very Often Be Insupportable, But For The Luxury Of Self Compassion.

To Be At Other People's Orders Brings Out All The Bad In Me.

In Nothing More Is The English Genius For Domesticity More Notably Declared Than In The Institution Of This Festival-almost One May Call It-of Afternoon Tea...the Mere Chink Of Cups And Saucers Tunes The Mind To Happy Repose.

To Every Man It Is Decreed: Thou Shalt Live Alone. Happy They Who Imagine That They Have Escaped The Common Lot; Happy, Whilst They Imagine It.