That Is One Of The Bitter Curses

To Be At Other People's Orders Brings Out All The Bad In Me.

In Nothing More Is The English Genius For Domesticity More Notably Declared Than In The Institution Of This Festival-almost One May Call It-of Afternoon Tea...the Mere Chink Of Cups And Saucers Tunes The Mind To Happy Repose.

I Hate And Fear 'science' Because Of My Conviction That, For Long To Come If Not For Ever, It Will Be The Remorseless Enemy Of Mankind. I See It Destroying All Simplicity And Gentleness Of Life, All The Beauty Of The World; I See It Restoring Barbarism Under A Mask Of Civilization; I See It Darkening Men's Minds And Hardening Their Hearts.

Time Is Money Says The Proverb, But Turn It Around And You Get A Precious Truth. Money Is Time.

Flippancy, The Most Hopeless Form Of Intellectual Vice.