They haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.

We will peck them to death to-morrow, my dear.

I do not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the "Lady Vain."

Only people who are well off can be - complex.

The too perfect security of the Upper-worlders had led them to a slow movement of degeneration, a general dwindling in size, strength, and intelligence.

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.

One of the darkest evils of our world is surely the unteachable wildness of the Good.