Top 76 Quotes & Sayings by Hector Hugh Munro

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Hector Hugh Munro

Hector Hugh Munro, better known by the pen name Saki and also frequently as H. H. Munro, was a British writer whose witty, mischievous and sometimes macabre stories satirize Edwardian society and culture. He is considered by English teachers and scholars as a master of the short story, and often compared to O. Henry and Dorothy Parker. Influenced by Oscar Wilde, Lewis Carroll and Rudyard Kipling, he himself influenced A. A. Milne, Noël Coward and P. G. Wodehouse.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.
Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.
You needn't tell me that a man who doesn't love oysters and asparagus and good wines has got a soul, or a stomach either. He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart. — © Hector Hugh Munro
I'm living so far beyond my income that we may almost be said to be living apart.
He spends his life explaining from his pulpit that the glory of Christianity consists in the fact that though it is not true it has been found necessary to invent it.
He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.
Addresses are given to us to conceal our whereabouts.
The sacrifices of friendship were beautiful in her eyes as long as she was not asked to make them.
Children with Hyacinth's temperament don't know better as they grow older; they merely know more.
A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.
Hors d'oeuvres have always a pathetic interest for me; they remind me of one's childhood that one goes through wondering what the next course is going to be like - and during the rest of the menu one wishes one had eaten more of the hors d'oeuvres.
The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.
It's no use growing older if you only learn new ways of misbehaving yourself.
No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian Apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve. — © Hector Hugh Munro
No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian Apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.
Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.
To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.
Monogamy is the Western custom of one wife and hardly any mistresses.
I think she must have been very strictly brought up, she's so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.
I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.
We all know that Prime Ministers are wedded to the truth, but like other wedded couples they sometimes live apart.
His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.
Children are given us to discourage our better emotions.
By insisting on having your bottle pointing to the north when the cork is being drawn, and calling the waiter Max, you may induce an impression on your guests which hours of laboured boasting might be powerless to achieve. For this purpose, however, the guests must be chosen as carefully as the wine.
There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.
A relative of mine ... spends his time producing improved breeds of sheep and pigs and chickens. So patronising and irritating to teh Almighty, I should think.
Hating anything in the way of ill-natured gossip ourselves, we are always grateful to those who do it for us and do it well.
Romance at short notice was her speciality.
Whenever a massacre of Armenians is reported from Asia Minor, every one assumes that it has been carried out "under orders" from somewhere or another; no one seems to think that there are people who might like to kill their neighbours now and then.
All decent people live beyond their incomes; those who aren't respectable live beyond other people's; a few gifted individuals manage to do both.
To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn't any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.
On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.
Find yourself a cup; the teapot is behind you. Now tell me about hundreds of things.
And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.
The cat is domestic only as far as suits its own ends.
Never be a pioneer. It's the early Christian that gets the fattest lion.
Confront a child, a puppy, and a kitten with a sudden danger; the child will turn instinctively for assistance, the puppy will grovel in abject submission, the kitten will brace its tiny body for a frantic resistance.
Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.
I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.
It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all. — © Hector Hugh Munro
It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.
It occurred to me that I would like to be a poet. The chief qualification, I understand is that you must be born. Well, I hunted up my birth certificate, and found that I was all right on that score.
But, good gracious, you've got to educate him first. You can't expect a boy to be vicious till he's been to a good school.
Oysters are more beautiful than any religion... There's nothing in Christianity or Buddhism that quite matches the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster.
Every reformation must have its victims. You can’t expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal’s return.
I think oysters are more beautiful than any religion,' he resumed presently. 'They not only forgive our unkindness to them; they justify it, they incite us to go on being perfectly horrid to them. Once they arrive at the supper-table they seem to enter thoroughly into the spirit of the thing. There's nothing in Christianity or Buddhism that quite matches the sympathetic unselfishness of an oyster.
He seems the incarnation of everything soft and silky and velvety, without a sharp edge in his composition, a dreamer whose philosophy is sleep and let sleep.
Once a female, always a female. Nature is not always infallible but she always abides by her mistakes.
Her frocks are built in Paris, but she wears them with a strong English accent.
The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.
Women and elephants never forget an injury. — © Hector Hugh Munro
Women and elephants never forget an injury.
He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.
People talk vaguely about the innocence of a little child, but they take mighty good care not to let it out of their sight for twenty minutes.
The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.
When people grow gradually rich their requirements and standard of living expand in proportion, while their present-giving instincts often remain in the undeveloped condition of their earlier days. Something showy and not-too-expensive in a shop is their only conception of the ideal gift.
In baiting a mousetrap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse.
The revenge of an elder sister may be long in coming, but, like a South-Eastern express, it arrives in its own good time.
Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.
The people of Crete unfortunately make more history than they can consume locally.
There is no easy in the world neither hard everything is the same in a way.
A woman who takes her husband about with her everywhere is like a cat that goes on playing with a mouse long after she's killed it.
It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.
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