The average politician goes through a sentence like a man exploring a disused mine shaft-blind, groping, timorous and in imminent danger of cracking his shins on a subordinate clause or a nasty bit of subjunctive.

She has been kissed as often as a police-court Bible, and by much the same class of people.

One learns one’s mystery at the price of one’s innocence.

You're all mad for words. Words are just farts from a lot of fools who have swallowed too many books. Give me things!

The young are often accused of exaggerating their troubles; they do so, very often, in the hope of making some impression upon the inertia and the immovability of the selfish old.

And why should it not be terrifying? A little terror, in my view, is good for the soul, when it is terror in the face of a noble object.

I still have trouble identifying grammatical structures by name, though I know them as matters of usage.