The young man who, at the end of September, 1924, dismounted from a taxicab in South Square, Westminster, was so unobtrusively American that his driver had some hesitation in asking for double his fare. The young man had no hesitation in refusing it.

Life calls the tune, we dance.

We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.

I think the greatest thing in the world is to believe in people.

Beauty means this to one person, perhaps, and that to the other. And yet when any one of us has seen or heard or read that which to us is beautiful, we have known an emotion which is in every case the same in kind, if not in degree; an emotion precious and uplifting.

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

I am still under the impression that there is nothing alive quite so beautiful as a thoroughbred horse.