Unlike music or poetry or painting, food rouses no response in passionate and emotional youth. Only when the surge of the blood is quieted does gastronomy come into its own with philosophy and theology and the sterner delights of the mind.

And heresy is, as I have tried to show, largely the expression of opinion of the untutored average man, trying to grapple with the problems of the universe at the point where they begin to interfere with his daily life and thought.

While time lasts there will always be a future, and that future will hold both good and evil, since the world is made to that mingled pattern.

No, no, there must be a limit to the baseness even of publishers.

We are much too much inclined in these days to divide people into permanent categories, forgetting that a category only exists for its special purpose and must be forgotten as soon as that purpose is served.

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

Trouble shared is trouble halved.