It was part of your religion to hate the British.

America may have great poets and novelists, but she never will have more than one necromancer.

War may be an armed angel with a mission, but she has the personal habits of the slums.

It was part of your religion to hate the British.

... I suppose that the party or sect which is to do any work in the world must breathe its own peculiar atmosphere, speak its own little patois, and see but one side of the question on which it fights.

... while the light burning within may have been divine, the outer case of the lamp was assuredly cheap enough.

Sitting by the chimney corner as we grow old, the commonest things around us take on live meanings and hint at the difference between these driving times and the calm, slow moving days when we were young.