We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves

When a homemaking aunt scolds a niece for following her evangelistic passion instead of domestic pursuits, her reply is interesting. First, she clarifies that God's individual call on her doesn't condemn those in more conventional roles. Then, she says she can no more ignore the cry of the lost than her aunt can the cry of her child.

As they who make Good luck a god count all unlucky men.

Our instructed vagrancy, which has hardly time to linger by the hedgerows, but runs away early to the tropics, and is at home with palms and banyans - which is nourished on books of travel, and stretches the theatre of its imagination to the Zambesi.

Many an inherited sorrow that has marred a life has been breathed into no human ear.

"Heaven help us," said the old religion; the new one, from its very lack of that faith, will teach us all the more to help one another.

Breed is stronger than pasture.