Great Socialist Statesmen Aren't Made, They're Still-born.

But, Good Gracious, You've Got To Educate Him First. You Can't Expect A Boy To Be Vicious Till He's Been To A Good School.

There Was Something Alike Terrifying And Piteous In The Spectacle Of These Frail Old Morsels Of Humanity Consecrating Their Last Flickering Energies To The Task Of Making Each Other Wretched. Hatred Seemed To Be The One Faculty Which Had Survived In Undiminished Vigor Where All Else Was Dropping Into Ordered And Symmetrical Decay.

Sophie Chattel-monkheim Was A Socialist By Conviction And A Chattel-monkheim By Marriage.

You Needn't Tell Me That A Man Who Doesn't Love Oysters And Asparagus And Good Wines Has Got A Soul, Or A Stomach Either. He's Simply Got The Instinct For Being Unhappy Highly Developed.

The Censorious Said She Slept In A Hammock And Understood Yeats's Poems, But Her Family Denied Both Stories.