In a business society, the emotional economy is an economy of scarcity.

The soup, thin and dark and utterly savorless, tasted as if it had been drained out of the umbrella stand.

Employed as I had been employing it, liquor is a fixative of old patterns.

From a purely tourist standpoint, Oxford is overpowering, being so replete with architecture and history and anecdote that the visitor's mind feels dribbling and helpless, as with an over-large mouthful of nougat.

Democracy makes many taxing demands on its practitioners, but suspension of the intelligence is not one of them.

Father's snoring grows to sound increasingly like a vacuum cleaner in heat.

prejudice will always exist. So will sickness and disease, but that scarcely seems sufficient reason for telling our medical scientists to put on their hats, close up their laboratories, and give the spirochetes, bacilli and viruses a free hand.