One might well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.
I believe the twenty-four hour day has come to stay.
"After all," as a pretty girl once said to me, "women are a sex by themselves, so to speak."
Reverence is a good thing, and part of its value is that the more we revere a man, the more sharply are we struck by anything in him (and there is always much) that is incongruous with his greatness.
The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.
People seem to think there is something inherently noble and virtuous in the desire to go for a walk.