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

Atheism was natural enough, but heresy seemed strange. For, surely, if one could believe anything, one could believe everything.

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.

When I have eaten mangoes, I have felt like Eve.

miss my daily Mass, and have a superstitious feeling that anything may happen on the days I don't go. However, nothing in particular has.

Decades have a delusive edge to them. They are not, of course, really periods at all, except as any other ten years may be. But we, looking at them, are caught by the different name each bears, and give them different attributes, and tie labels on them, as if they were flowers in a border.

It is a common delusion that you make things better by talking about them.