Why are women so fond of raking up the past? They're as bad as tailors, who invariably remember what you owe them for a suit long after you've ceased to wear it.

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.

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

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.

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

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

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