Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

I believe I once considerably scandalized her by declaring that clear soup was a more important factor in life than a clear conscience.

To be clever in the afternoon argues that one is dining nowhere in the evening.

It was one thing to go to the end of the world; it was quite another thing to make oneself at home there. Even respectability seemed to lose some of its virtue when one practiced it in a tent.

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 young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

Sherard Blaw, the dramatist who had discovered himself, and who had given so ungrudgingly of his discovery to the world.