If You Want To See What Children

There Is A Kinship, A Kind Of Freemasonry, Between All Persons Of Intelligence, However Antagonistic Their Moral Outlook.

One Can Always Trust To Time. Insert A Wedge Of Time And Nearly Everything Straightens Itself Out.

I Wish The English Still Possessed A Shred Of The Old Sense Of Humour Which Puritanism, And Dyspepsia, And Newspaper Reading, And Tea-drinking Have Nearly Extinguished.

A Man Who Is Stingy With Saffron Is Capable Of Seducing His Own Grandmother.

Why Always "not Yet"? Do Flowers In Spring Say "not Yet"?