She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

..her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.

He is the same old sausage, fizzing and sputtering in his own grease.

The faculty of attention has utterly vanished from the Anglo-Saxon mind, extinguished at its source by the big bayad?re of journalism, of the newspaper and the picture magazine which keeps screaming, "Look at me." Illustrations, loud simplifications... bill poster advertising ? only these stand a chance.

She had her own way of doing all that she did, and this is the simplest description of a character which, although by no means without liberal motions, rarely succeeded in giving an impression of suavity.

One can't judge till one's forty; before that we're too eager, too hard, too cruel, and in addition much too ignorant.