An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves - but what the teachers are themselves.

Like the destroyer, the submarine has created its own type of officer and man with language and traditions apart from the rest of the service, and yet at the heart unchangingly of the Service

Satan himself can't save a woman who wears thirty-shilling corsets under a thirty-guinea costume.

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart.

And that is called paying the Dane-geld; but we've proved it again and again, that if once you have paid him the Dane-geld you never get rid of the Dane.