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(1859—1936)

English poet

I can no more define poetry than a terrier can define a rat.

(1890—1971)

English politicianwriter

Thank heaven, I have given up smoking again!...God! I feel fit. Homicidal, but fit. A different man. Irritable, moody, depressed, rude, nervy, perhaps; but the lungs are fine.

(1894—1963)

English novelist

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are the dead.

(1894—1963)

English novelist

Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.

(1894—1963)

English novelist

To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence the constant popularity of dogs.

(1924--)

U.S. politician, in a 1983 TV interview

That's not a lie, it's a terminological inexactitude.

The bonds of wedlock are so heavy that it takes two to carry them--sometimes three.

(1824—1895), French playwright & novelist

I prefer rogues to imbeciles, because they sometimes take a rest.

(1824—1895), Pensees d'album

If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which he has inflicted on men, He would kill himself.

(1803—1870), French writer

The Bible says the last thing God made was woman; He must have made her on a Saturday night--it shows fatigue.