Nothing is so dangerous as being too modern; one is apt to grow old fashioned quite suddenly.

Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what their children say to them. The old fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly-muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is grey and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more.

Marriage is the one subject on which all women agree and all men disagree.

A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say at the age of eighteen.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.