The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.
Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.
I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.
The pest of society are the egotist, they are dull and bright, sacred and profane, course and fine. It is a disease that like the flu falls on all constitutions.
He was dull in a new way, and that made many think him great.
I have three phobias which, could I mute them, would make my life as slick as a sonnet, but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed, I hate to get up, and I hate to be alone.
One dull pencil is worth two sharp minds.
Too many church services start at eleven sharp and end at twelve dull.
Those who have mastered etiquette, who are entirely, impeccably right, would seem to arrive at a point of exquisite dullness.
Courtship to marriage, as a very witty prologue to a very dull play.
Perfection has one grave defect. It is apt to be dull.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and Jill a wealthy widow.
It is the dull man who is always sure, and the sure man who is always dull.
The first requirement of a statesman is that he be dull. This is not always easy to achieve.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
I am a woman in process. I'm just trying like everybody else. I try to take every conflict, every experience, and learn from it. Life is never dull.
Never neglect details. When everyone's mind is dulled or distracted the leader must be doubly vigilant.
I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society;
as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a stone.
History books that contain no lies are extremely dull.
Every time I try to define a perfectly stable person, I am appalled by the dullness of that person.
Dullness is the coming of age of seriousness.
It took me twenty years of studied self-restraint, aided by the natural decay of my faculties, to make myself dull enough to be accepted as a serious person by the British public.
A masterpiece... may be unwelcome but it is never dull.
Truth is always exciting. Speak it, then; life is dull without it.
My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.