Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.

All sensible men are of the same religion, but no sensible man ever tells.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

Funny how the new things are the old things.

One can't prescribe books, even the best books, to people unless one knows a good deal about each individual person.

After violent emotion most people and all boys demand food.