I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.

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.

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.

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.

I think she must have been very strictly brought up, she’s so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.

Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They’re as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you’ve ceased to wear it.

But, good gracious, you’ve got to educate him first. You can’t expect a boy to be vicious till he’s been to a good school.

There are certain fixed rules that one observes for one’s own comfort. For instance, never be flippantly rude to any inoffensive grey-bearded stranger that you may meet in pine forests or hotel smoking-rooms on the Continent. It always turns out to be the King of Sweden.

To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn’t any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.

His socks compelled one’s attention without losing one’s respect.