Every time a man expects, as he says, his money to work for him, he is expecting other people to work for him.

Well-bred English people never have imagination.

We may argue eloquently that 'Honesty is the best Policy' - unfortunately, the moment honesty is adopted for the sake of policy it mysteriously ceases to be honesty.

She reflected she must be completely besotted about Peter, if his laughter could hallow an aspidistra.

[W]hen I see men callously and cheerfully denying women the full use of their bodies, while insisting with sobs and howls on the satisfaction of their own, I simply can't find it heroic, or kind, or anything but pretty rotten and feeble.

We ought to recognise the profound gulf between the work to which we are 'called' and the work we are forced into as a means of livelihood.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.