In time, Mr Hall, one gets to recognize that sneer, that hardness, for fornication extends far beyond the actual deed. Were it a deed only, I for one would not hold it anathema. But when the nations went a whoring they invariably ended by denying God, I think, and until all sexual irregularities and not some of them are penal the Church will never reconquer England.

She must be assured that it is not a criminal offense to love at first sight.

Truth is a flower in whose neighbourhood others must wither.

The so called white races are really pinko-grey.

“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”

Pity wraps the student of the past in an ambrosial cloud, and washes his limbs with eternal youth.

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.