One pleasure attached to growing older is that many things seem to be growing younger; growing fresher and more lively than we once supposed them to be.

Earth will grow worse till men redeem it, And wars more evil, ere all wars cease.

Somehow one can never manage to be an atheist.

Just the other day in the Underground I enjoyed the pleasure of offering my seat to three ladies.

People talk of the pathos and failure of plain women; but it is a more terrible thing that a beautiful woman may succeed in everything but womanhood.

It was the people who did not care who filled the world with fire and oppression. It was the hands of the indifferent that lit the faggots; it was the hands of the indifferent that turned the rack.

Joy, which was the small publicity of the pagan, is the gigantic secret of the Christian.