When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

Mr. Duffy lived a short distance from his body.

But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hyper-educated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day.

He passes, struck by the stare of truculent Wellington but in the convex mirror grin unstruck the bonham eyes and fatchuck cheekchops of Jollypoldy the rixdix doldy.

My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out.

There is not past, no future; everything flows in an eternal present.

A woman loses a charm with every pin she takes out.