Emotions and Feelings

I am monarch of all I survey,

I would not enter on my list of friends

Remorse, the fatal egg by pleasure laid.

We perished, each alone:

Just say the lines and don’t trip over the furniture.

Television is for appearing on, not looking at.

Extraordinary how potent cheap music is.

Certain women should be struck regularly, like gongs.

Poor little rich girl.

Very flat, Norfolk.

Don’t put your daughter on the stage, Mrs Worthington,

Mad dogs and Englishmen

When there is no peril in the fight, there is no glory in the triumph.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art, as of life.

The horror! The horror!

Exterminate all the brutes!

We live, as we dream—alone.

We live, as we dream—alone.

These articles subscribed, if I continue to endure you a little longer, I may by degrees dwindle into a wife.

They come together like the Coroner’s Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.

Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,

Heaven has no rage, like love to hatred turned,

In politics, what begins in fear usually ends in folly.

That willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.