Human passions against eternal laws -- that is the everlasting conflict.

Publishers of course have you altogether in their grip; if they say you must do a thing you have jolly well got to do it.

One should, I think, always give children money, for they will spend it for themselves far more profitably than we can ever spend it for them.

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

How agreeable to watch, from the other side of the high stile, this mighty creature, this fat bull of Bashan, snorting, champing, pawing the earth, lashing the tail, breathing defiance at heaven and at me ... his heart hot with hate, unable to climb a stile.

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

The very utterness of the crash and ruin, the desperation of the case, might be its hope. On ruins one can begin to build. Anyhow, looking out from ruins one clearly sees; there are no obstructing walls.