We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English; and the English are best at everything.
The rule of life was that the boys got to decide which girls were pretty; it didn’t really matter how ugly they were themselves.
There is no rule more invariable than that we are paid for our suspicions by finding what we suspect.
Insanity in individuals is something rare — but in groups, parties, nations, and epochs it is the rule.