Sophie Chattel-Monkheim was a Socialist by conviction and a Chattel-Monkheim by marriage.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

His socks compelled one's attention without losing one's respect.

Think how many blameless lives are brightened by the blazing indiscretions of other people.

He spends his life explaining from his pulpit that the glory of Christianity consists in the fact that though it is not true it has been found necessary to invent it.

On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.

The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.