You can't ever tell what's going to hurt people.

I'm one of the blind alleys off the main road of procreation.

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning.

There is a species of person called a 'Modern Churchman' who draws the full salary of a beneficed clergyman and need not commit himself to any religious belief.

Instead of this absurd division into sexes they ought to class people as static and dynamic.