I think she must have been very strictly brought up, she's so desperately anxious to do the wrong thing correctly.

And the vagueness of his alarm added to its terrors; when once you have taken the Impossible into your calculations its possibilities become practically limitless.

A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.

No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.

The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.

The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.

Great Socialist statesmen aren't made, they're still-born.