What? Sunday morning in an English family and no sausages? God bless my soul, what's the world coming to, eh?

The English language has a deceptive air of simplicity; so have some little frocks; but they are both not the kind of thing you can run up in half an hour with a machine.

What is the use of acquiring one's heart's desire if one cannot handle and gloat over it, show it to one's friends, and gather an anthology of envy and admiration?

I often think when a man's once past a certain age, the older he grows the tougher he gets, and women the same or more so.

God wastes nothing - not even sin. The soul that has struggled and come through is enriched by it's experiences, and Grace does not merely blot out the evil past but in the most literal sense "makes it good."

Here be dragons to be slain, here be rich rewards to gain; If we perish in the seeking, why, how small a thing is death!

There's ways and ways of dyin'. Some is took, and some takes French leave, and others is 'elped out of life.