And pray where in earth or heaven are there prudent marriages-Might as well talk about prudent suicides.

At the bottom of all the tributes paid to democracy is the little man, walking into the little booth, with a little pencil, making a little cross on a little bit of paper. . . .

All we know of the Missing Link is that he is missing - and he won't be missed either.

Literary men are being employed to praise a big business man personally, as men used to praise a king. They not only find political reasons for the commercial schemes that they have done for some time past they also find moral defences for the commercial schemers... I do resent the whole age of patronage being revived under such absurd patrons; and all poets becoming court poets, under kings that have taken no oath.

We all live in the past, because there is nothing else to live in. To live in the present is like proposing to sit on a pin. It is too minute, it is too slight a support, it is too uncomfortable a posture, and it is of necessity followed immediately by totally different experiences, analogous to those of jumping up with a yell.

It is the test of a good religion whether you can joke about it.

But we are the people of England; and we have not spoken yet. Smile at us, pay us, pass us. But do not quite forget.