Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.

Belligerents always abolish war after a war.

Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.

Oh, I am all for singing. If I had had children I should have hounded them into choirs & choral societies, and if they weren't good enough for that, I would have sent them out, to sing in the streets.

I realize that it is as one ages and loses one's natural force that one is at the mercy of heredity. The young are themselves: the aging, their parents' children.

Love amazes, but it does not surprise.

Rouen shone in dark sunlight and a storm swept it away from my eyes and churned up the broad river with waves which pounced up like cats as our train drew out of the arches of the bridge.