It has been wisely said that we cannot really love anybody at whom we never laugh.

People with theories of life are, perhaps, the most relentless of their kind, for no time or place is sacred from their devastating elucidations.

When the milk of human kindness turns sour, it is a singularly unpalatable draught.

There are few things more wearisome in a fairly fatiguing life than the monotonous repetition of a phrase which catches and holds the public fancy by virtue of its total lack of significance.

It has been well said that tea is suggestive of a thousand wants, from which spring the decencies and luxuries of civilization.

This is the sphinx of the hearthstone, the little god of domesticity, whose presence turns a house into a home.

Economics and ethics have little in common.