A man can bear almost any punishment, provided it’s not for his own good.
One never sees extremely powerful men decide, in midlife, that they have accumulated enough power, and devote the rest of their years to giving it away.
The ideal aristocrat resembles the dogs of which he is so fond — steadfast, loyal, wedded to tradition, and just a bit thick.
Ants can be deterred from crossing a boundary by outlining it with chalk: this is respectable opinion. On ants it works only for a while.
There exists in all men a thirst for the hunt, for predator stalking prey inexorably until it is caught and torn to shreds, that only reading Jane Austen can slake.
There ought to be a small but discernible difference between your favorites and what you think best: a large difference is snobbery, and no difference is also snobbery, of an opposite kind.
One pays moderately for the item and immoderately to keep others from having it.
The worst disaster in the movies is to find a bag of money.
We object to negative emotions instead of unsuitable ones.
You never see into what you see through.