The medieval doctors of divinity who did not pretend to settle how many angels could dance on the point of a needle cut a very poor figure as far as romantic credulity is concerned beside the modern physicists who have settled to the billionth of a millimetre every movement and position in the dance of the electrons. Not for worlds would I question the precise accuracy of these calculations or the existence of electrons (whatever they may be). The fate of Joan is a warning to me against such heresy.

Stimulate the phagocytes.

Shall I turn up the light for you? No, give me deeper darkness. Money is not made in the light.

It is assumed that the woman must wait, motionless, until she is wooed. That is how the spider waits for the fly.

If pity is akin to love, gratitude is akin to the other thing.

We sing in a church, why can we not dance there?

Rich men without convictions are more dangerous in modern society than poor women without chastity.