Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.
It is seldom that the imagination is disappointed in the 'ancestral piles' of England.
We never care to know new people unless we are sure we shall like them.
fiction is not only the historian of life but its apologist.
It took me some time to learn that although every one secretly cherishes the ambition to be 'put in a book,' no one is ever satisfied with anything save incense, butter, and honey, unrelieved by salt or spice.
There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.