I do not resent criticism, even when, for the sake of emphasis, it parts for the time with reality.

When we judge or criticize another person, it says nothing about that person; it merely says something about our own need to be critical.

I shall always be glad to have seen it-for the same reason Papa gave for being glad to have seen Lisbon-namely, "that it will be unnecessary ever to see it again."

Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfils the same function as pain in the human body; it calls attention to the development of an unhealthy state of things. If it is heeded in time, danger may be averted; if it is suppressed, a fatal distemper may develop."

[New Statesman interview, 7 January 1939]

What is a fine person or a beauteous face, Unless deportment give them decent grace; Blessed with all other requisites to please, To want the striking elegance of ease; Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill Of moving gracefully, or standing

Socialism is like a dream. Sooner or later you wake up to reality.