English civilization rests largely upon tea and cricket, with mighty spurts of enjoyment on Derby Day, and at Newmarket.

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

To have given pleasure to one human being is a recollection that sweetens life.

the tea-hour is the hour of peace ... strife is lost in the hissing of the kettle - a tranquilizing sound, second only to the purring of a cat.

to be civilized is to be incapable of giving unnecessary offense, it is to have some quality of consideration for all who cross our path.

In those happy days when leisure was held to be no sin, men and women wrote journals whose copiousness both delights and dismays us.

fair play is less characteristic of groups than of individuals.