The emergence of a new term to describe a certain phenomenon, of a new adjective to designate a certain quality, is always of interest, both linguistically and from the point of view of the history of human thought.

This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.

The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!