He has no enemies, but is intensely disliked by his friends. |
He hasn't a single redeeming vice |
He is never more present in my work than when no image of him is there. |
He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing. |
He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise. |
He must have a truly romantic nature, for he weeps when there is nothing at all to weep about. |
He paid some attention to the management of his collieries in the Midland counties, excusing himself for this taint of industry on the ground that the one advantage of having coal was that it enabled a gentleman to afford the decency of burning wood on his own hearth. |
He rides in the row at ten o clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his clothes at least five times a day, and dines out every night of the season. You don't call that leading an idle life, do you? |
He thinks like a Tory, and talks like a Radical, and that's so important nowadays. |
He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives. |
He was a hero to his valet, who bullied him, and a terror to most of his relations, whom he bullied in turn. Only England could have produced him, and he always said that the country was going to the dogs. His principles were out of date, but there was a good deal to be said for his prejudices. |
He was always late on principle, his principle being that punctuality is the thief of time. |
He would stab his best friend for the sake of writing an epigram on his tombstone. |
Hear no evil, speak no evil - and you'll never be invited to a party |
Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips. |