Castles are Forrests of stones.
'It's this accursed Science,' I cried. 'It's the very Devil. The mediaeval priests and persecutors were right, and the Moderns are all wrong. You tamper with it-and it offers you gifts. And directly you take them it knocks you to pieces in some unexpected way.'
Exalted Manna, gladness of the best, Heaven in ordinary, man well drest.
The slothful is the servant of the counters.
The wife is the key of the house.
Every sin brings its punishment with it.