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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.

(1899—1980)

U.S. film-maker

There is nothing quite so good as burial at sea. It is simple, tidy, and not very incriminating.

(1899—1980), film-maker

I have the perfect cure for a sore throat: cut it.

(1925—2000)

U.S. humorist

San Francisco columnist

We all worry about the population explosion, but we don't worry about it at the right time.

I regret to say that we of the FBI are powerless to act in cases of oral-genital intimacy, unless it has in some way obstructed interstate commerce.