There are like to be short graces where the devil plays host.

There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!

The vices of some men are magnificent.

We grow gray in our spirit long before we grow gray in our hair.

Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

No one ever regarded the First of January with indifference. It is that from which all date their time, and count upon what is left. It is the nativity of our common Adam.

Books which are no books.