The one stream of poetry which is continually flowing is slang.

Aesthetes never do anything but what they are told.

We talk of wild animals, but the wildest animal is man.

People in high life are hardened to the wants and distresses of mankind as surgeons are to their bodily pains.

Only men to whom the family is sacred will ever have a standard or a status by which to criticize the State. They alone can appeal to something more holy than the gods of the city.

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

Vigorous organisms talk not about their processes, but about their aims.