When people grow gradually rich their requirements and standard of living expand in proportion, while their present-giving instincts often remain in the undeveloped condition of their earlier days. Something showy and not-too-expensive in a shop is their only conception of the ideal gift.

People may say what they like about the decay of Christianity the religious system that produced green Chartreuse can never really die.

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.

Life is full of its disappointments, and I suppose the art of being happy is to disguise them as illusions.

A little inaccuracy sometimes saves a ton of explanation.

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.

Poverty keeps together more homes than it breaks up.