Literary people are forever judging the quality of the mind by the turn of expression.

Every man ought to be inquisitive through every hour of his great adventure down to the day when he shall no longer cast a shadow in the sun. For if he dies without a question in his heart, what excuse is there for his continuance?

Distaste sounds more emphatic when expressed as moral disapproval. With most of us the moral counterblast is nothing more than the angry rendering of a yawn.

As wounded men may limp through life, so our war minds may not regain the balance of their thoughts for decades.

Talk ought always to run obliquely, not nose to nose with no chance of mental escape.

Clever people seem not to feel the natural pleasure of bewilderment, and are always answering questions when the chief relish of a life is to go on asking them.

Literary people are forever judging the quality of the mind by the turn of expression.