God's creature is one. He makes man, not men. His true creature is unitary and infinite, revealing himself, indeed, in every finite form, but compromised by none.

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

London is on the whole the most possible form of life.

She had an unequalled gift, especially pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into small opportunities.

Try to be one of the people on whom nothing is lost!

Most English talk is a quadrille in a sentry-box.

Art is nothing more than the shadow of humanity.