Ronald Firbank Quotes

The world is disgracefully managed, one hardly knows to whom to complain.

‘I’ve never travelled,’ Dona Consolation blandly confessed, ‘but I dare say, dear, you can’t judge Egypt by Aida.’

She looks at other women as if she would inhale them.

‘Basta!’ his master replied with all the brilliant glibness of the Berlitz-school.

Looking back, I remember the average curate at home as something between a eunuch and a snigger.

Beneath the strain of expectation even the little iced sugar cakes upon the tea-table looked green with worry.

‘O! help me heaven,’ she prayed, ‘to be decorative and to do right!’

His Weariness the Prince entered the room in all his tinted orders.

There was really no joy in pouring out one’s sins while he sat assiduously picking his nose.

‘I know of no joy,’ she airily began, ‘greater than a cool white dress after the sweetness of confession.’

She stands, I fear, poor thing, now, for something younger than she looks.

All millionaires love a baked apple.

There was a pause—just long enough for an angel to pass, flying slowly.