No man can be an agnostic who has a sense of humour.
It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile, and that a million square miles are almost the same as heaven.
She loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.
While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea
The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.
There is something majestic in the bad taste of Italy.