The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
As a teacher, as a propagandist, Mr. Shaw is no good at all, even in his own generation. But as a personality, he is immortal.
I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.
Incongruity is the mainspring of laughter.