I Always Say Beauty Is Only Sin

To Be Clever In The Afternoon Argues That One Is Dining Nowhere In The Evening.

A Relative Of Mine ... Spends His Time Producing Improved Breeds Of Sheep And Pigs And Chickens. So Patronising And Irritating To Teh Almighty, I Should Think.

There Was Something Alike Terrifying And Piteous In The Spectacle Of These Frail Old Morsels Of Humanity Consecrating Their Last Flickering Energies To The Task Of Making Each Other Wretched. Hatred Seemed To Be The One Faculty Which Had Survived In Undiminished Vigor Where All Else Was Dropping Into Ordered And Symmetrical Decay.

The Cat Is Domestic Only As Far As Suits Its Own Ends.

Hating Anything In The Way Of Ill-natured Gossip Ourselves, We Are Always Grateful To Those Who Do It For Us And Do It Well.