The issue is now clear. It is between light and darkness and everyone must choose his side.

The old idea that the joke was not good enough for the company has been superseded by the new aristocratic idea that the company was not worthy of the joke. They have introduced an almost insane individualism into that one form of intercourse which is specially and uproariously communal. They have made even levities into secrets. They have made laughter lonelier than tears.

It is not only possible to say a great deal in praise of play; it is really possible to say the highest things in praise of it. It might reasonably be maintained that the true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.

There should be a burnished tablet let into the ground on the spot where some courageous man first ate Stilton cheese, and survived.

Catholic doctrine and discipline may be walls; but they are the walls of a playground.

There are some desires that are not desirable.

Wit is a sword; it is meant to make people feel the point as well as see it.