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

For indeed all that we think so new to-day has been acted over and over again, a shifting comedy, by the women of every century.

Innovations to which we are not committed are illuminating things.

We cannot hope to scale great moral heights by ignoring petty obligations.

There is always a secret irritation about a laugh in which we cannot join

Men who believe that, through some exceptional grace or good fortune, they have found God, feel little need of culture.

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.