The life of a journalist is poor, nasty, brutish, and short. So is his style

I saw something nasty in the woodshed.

There have always been Starkadders at Cold Comfort Farm

She liked Victorian novels. They were the only kind of novel you could read while eating an apple.

He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.

Nature is all very well in her place, but she must not be allowed to make things untidy.

Happiness can never hope to command so much interest as distress.

I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.

That would be delightful,' agreed Flora, thinking how nasty and boring it would be.

Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?

Like all really strong-minded women, on whom everybody flops, she adored being bossed about. It was so restful.

Fear is often bred of an imagination that couldn’t let something be what it actually was.

You cannot stop loving your child because you know that he has committed a wrong action. But you certainly stop loving yourself for loving him. ~ Rudransh Kashyap

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

But for all of them, regardless of their ability, the responsibility of their education falls to the teacher. And who can fulfill that for every single child? What teacher is capable of that?

One certainty when you travel is the moment you arrive in a foreign country the American dollar will fall like a stone.

If you do everything you should do and do not do anything you should not do you will according to the best available statistics live exactly eighteen hours longer than you would otherwise.

The bold defiance of a woman is the certain sign of her shame, - when she has once ceased to blush, it is because she has too much to blush for.

Plato had defined Man as an animal, biped and featherless, and was applauded. Diogenes plucked a fowl and brought it into the lecture-room with the words, "Behold Plato's man!"

Parents teach their children to look both ways when crossing the street. They tell them to look only one way when choosing a religion.

People regard art too highly, and history not enough