I always say beauty is only sin deep.
A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.
The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.
Women and elephants never forget an injury.
I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.
Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.
He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.
All decent people live beyond their incomes; those who aren't respectable live beyond other people's; a few gifted individuals manage to do both.
The cook was a good cook, as cooks go; and as cooks go she went.
Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're stillborn.
In baiting a mouse-trap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.
Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.
There is nothing in Christianity or Buddhism that quite matches the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster.
The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience; you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.
Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.
Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.
The young man turned to him with a disarming candor which instantly put him on his guard.
The young have aspirations that will never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.
Beauty is only sin deep.
His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.
I might have been a goldfish in a glass bowl for all the privacy I got.
The people of Crete unfortunately make more history than they can consume locally.