Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains--the few that there were--stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.

Parodies and caricatures are the most penetrating of criticisms.

"Consider the matter dispassionately, Mr. Foster, and you will see that no offence is so heinous as unorthodoxy of behaviour. Murder kills only the individual- and after all, wha is an individual? ". . . ." We can make a new one with the greatest of ease- as many as we like. Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself."

Orthodoxy is the diehard of the world of thought. It learns not, neither can it forget.

For what we think and feel and are is to a great extent determined by the state of our ductless glands and our viscera.

People will insist on treating the mons Veneris as though it were Mount Everest. Too silly!

Like every man of sense and good feeling, I abominate work.