God very seldom succeeds. He has very nearly everything against him, of course.

As to the family, I have never understood how that fits in with the other ideals --or, indeed, why it should be an ideal at all. A group of closely related persons living under one roof; it is a convenience, often a necessity, sometimes a pleasure, sometimes the reverse; but who first exalted it as admirable, an almost religious ideal?

Here is one of the points about this planet which should be remembered; into every penetrable corner of it, and into most of the impenetrable corners, the English will penetrate. They are like that; born invaders. They cannot stay at home.

To be prejudiced is the privilege of the thinking human being. ... The open mind is the empty mind.

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

The poet has to make a synthesis out of the moral life of our time, and this life is lived at this moment on a political plane.

Sleeping in a bed -- it is, apparently, of immense importance. Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarchical.