The manuscript may go forth from the writer to return with a faithfulness passing the faithfulness of the boomerang or the homing pigeon.

To lunch with the important ... that should be the daily goal of those for whom life is not a playground but a ladder.

Another sad comestive truth is that the best foods are the products of infinite and wearying trouble. The trouble need not be taken by the consumer, but someone, ever since the Fall, has had to take it.

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.

Only one hour in the normal day is more pleasurable than the hour spent in bed with a book before going to sleep, and that is the hour spent in bed with a book after being called in the morning.

what about Christianity? Are we right in the face of so long a record of its poverty in international achievement, to keep invoking it as a standard, almost synonymous with civilization?

the position of women, that sad and well-nigh universal blot on civilizations, was never far from her mind.