You're thinking that people don't keep up old jealousies for twenty years or so. Perhaps not. Not just primitive, brute jealousy. That means a word and a blow. But the thing that rankles is hurt vanity. That sticks. Humiliation. And we've all got a sore spot we don't like to have touched.

Of course, there is some truth in advertising. There's yeast in bread, but you can't make bread with yeast alone. Truth in advertising is like leaven, which a woman hid in three measures of meal. It provides a suitable quantity of gas, with which to blow out a mass of crude misrepresentation into a form that the public can swallow.

There's nothing you can't prove if your outlook is only sufficiently limited.

But that's men all over ... Poor dears, they can't help it. They haven't got logical minds.

I have never regretted Paradise Lost since I discovered that it contained no eggs-and-bacon.

Trouble shared is trouble halved.

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.