The last sin, the sin against the Holy Ghost - to lie to oneself. Lying to other people - that's a small thing in comparison.

Take my camel, dear,' said my aunt Dot, climbing down from that animal on her return from high Mass.

One could do with a longer year - so much to do, so little done, alas.

We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws.

Age has extremely little to do with anything that matters. The difference between one age and another is, as a rule, enormously exaggerated.

Why is humanity so excessive in the way it does things? The golden mean seems out of fashion.

The impulse to ask questions is among the more primitive human lusts.