Somehow, our sense of justice never turns in its sleep till long after the sense of injustice in others has been thoroughly aroused.

Women who love the same man have a kind of bitter freemasonry.

She was one of those people who said I don't know anything about music, but I know what I like.

You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind-legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men.

Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.

By its very looseness, by its way of evoking rather than defining, suggesting rather than saying, English is a magnificent vehicle for emotional poetry.

A man's work is rather the needful supplement to himself than the outcome of it.