Paganism is infectious, more infectious than diphtheria or piety.

One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.

While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea

The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.

The businessman who assumes that his life is everything, and the mystic who asserts that it is nothing, fail, on this side and on that, to hit the truth. ‘Yes, I see, dear; it’s about half-way between,’ Aunt Juley had hazarded in earlier years. No; truth, being alive, was not halfway between anything. It was only to be found by continuous excursions into either realm, and though proportion is the final secret, to espouse it at the outset is to ensure sterility.

Spoon feeding in the long run teaches us nothing but the shape of the spoon.