There may have been disillusionments in the lives of the medieval saints, but they would scarcely have been better pleased if they could have foreseen that their names would be associated nowadays chiefly with racehorses and the cheaper clarets.
Every reformation must have its victims. You can’t expect the fatted calf to share the enthusiasm of the angels over the prodigal’s return.
To be among people who are smothered in furs when one hasn't any oneself makes one want to break most of the Commandments.
Once a female, always a female. Nature is not always infallible but she always abides by her mistakes.
I love Americans, but not when they try to talk French. What a blessing it is that they never try to talk English.
On horseback he seemed to require as many hands as a Hindu god, at least four for clutching the reins, and two more for patting the horse soothingly on the neck.
I hate babies. They're so human.
If he had unlimited money at his disposal, he might go into the wilds somewhere and shoot big game. I never know what the big game have done to deserve it, but they do help to deflect the destructive energies of some of our social misfits.
A relative of mine ... spends his time producing improved breeds of sheep and pigs and chickens. So patronising and irritating to teh Almighty, I should think.
Her frocks are built in Paris, but she wears them with a strong English accent.
You evidently feel that brevity is the soul of widowhood.
No one can be an unbeliever nowadays. The Christian apologists have left one nothing to disbelieve.
The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.
Whenever a massacre of Armenians is reported from Asia Minor, every one assumes that it has been carried out "under orders" from somewhere or another; no one seems to think that there are people who might like to kill their neighbours now and then.
Mother, may I go and maffick, Tear around and hinder traffic?
The censorious said she slept in a hammock and understood Yeats's poems, but her family denied both stories.
A beautifully constructed borshch, such as you are going to experience presently, ought not only to banish conversation but almost to annihilate thought.
I am not collecting copies of the cheaper editions of Omar Khayyám. I gave the last four that I received to the lift-boy, and I like to think of him reading them, with FitzGerald's notes, to his aged mother. Lift-boys always have aged mothers; shows such nice feeling on their part, I think.
Sherard Blaw, the dramatist who had discovered himself, and who had given so ungrudgingly of his discovery to the world.
The man is a common murderer. A common murderer, possible, but a very uncommon cook.
Children with Hyacinth's temperament don't know better as they grow older; they merely know more.
He spends his life explaining from his pulpit that the glory of Christianity consists in the fact that though it is not true it has been found necessary to invent it.
Sophie Chattel-Monkheim was a Socialist by conviction and a Chattel-Monkheim by marriage.
It is an admitted fact that the ordinary tomtit of commerce has a sounder aesthetic taste than the average female relative in the country.
People may say what they like about the decay of Christianity the religious system that produced green Chartreuse can never really die.
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