Well-bred English people never have imagination.

A marriage of two independent and equally irritable intelligences seems to me reckless to the point of insanity.

First I believe it to be a grave mistake to present Christianity as something charming and popular with no offense inn it.

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."

There is also one excellent reason why the veriest amateur may feel entitled to have an opinion about education. For if we are not all professional teachers, we have all, at some time or other, been taught. Even if we learned nothing-perhaps in particular if we learned nothing-our contribution to the discussion may have a potential value.

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

If anybody ever marries you, it will be for the pleasure of hearing you talk piffle