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

Once you get to know your neighbors, you are no longer free, you are all tangled up, you have to stop and speak when you are out and you never feel safe when you are in.

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?

The great and recurrent question about Abroad is, is it worth the trouble of getting there?

It is to the eccentrics that the world owes most of its knowledge.

Churches are wonderful and beautiful, and they are vehicles for religion, but no Church can have more than a very little of the truth.

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