“Sometimes, I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there’s no room for the present at all.”

I read the newspapers with lively interest. It is seldom that they are absolutely, point-blank wrong. That is the popular belief, but those who are in the know can usually discern an embryo of truth, a little grit of fact, like the core of a pearl, round which have been deposited the delicate layers of ornament.

I’m quite deaf now; such a comfort.

Every Englishman abroad, until it is proved to the contrary, likes to consider himself a traveller and not a tourist.

The great charm in argument is really finding one’s own opinions, not other people’s.

News is what a chap who doesn’t care much about anything wants to read.

I regard writing not as an investigation of character but as an exercise in the use of language, and with this I am obsessed.

I should like to bury something precious in every place where I’ve been happy and then, when I’m old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

Money is only useful when you get rid of it. It is like the odd card in ‘Old Maid’; the player who is finally left with it has lost.

There’s only one great evil in the world today. Despair.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.

I don’t believe that people would ever fall in love or want to be married if they hadn’t been told about it. It’s like abroad: no one would want to go there if they hadn’t been told it existed.

The splendid thing about education is that everyone wants it. Like influenza, you can give it away without losing any of it yourself.

Instead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.

Once you start changing a name, you see, there’s no reason ever to stop. One always hears one that sounds better.

The spark in her eyes, the tone of her voice, and the feel of her touch. I love’em all.

Sometimes I feel like I’m only a drop in your ocean and the waves will soon carry me away.

If you ever feel unwanted, make no time to distance yourself.

She knows she’s got you feeling gray, but in her mind, she’s wishing that you wouldn’t stay. 

I’m at peace with what I’m doing, I feel good with what I wake up doing and about my lifestyle.

Success does not mean achievement, but a feeling of accomplishment.

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.

Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back.