Virtue Is Like Precious Odours, Most Fragrant

...but In Every Century, And Ever Since England Has Been What It Is, An Englishman Has Always Felt Somewhat Ashamed Of His Own Emotion And Of His Own Sympathy.

It Does Seem Simple, Doesn't It?' She Said, With A Final Bitter Attempt At Flippancy, 'when You Want To Kill A Chicken...you Take Hold Of It...then You Wring Its Neck...it's Only The Chicken Who Does Not Find It Quite So Simple. Now You Hold A Knife At My Throat, And A Hostage For My Obedience...you Find It Simple...i Don't

Sink Me! Your Taylors Have Betrayed You! T'wood Serve You Better To Send Them To Madam Guillotine

I Take It, Sir, That You Do Not Approve Of Our New Society." "approval, Sir, In My Opinion, Demands The Attainment Of Perfection. And In That Sense, You Rather Overrate The Charms Of Your Society. I'faith, For One Thing, It Does Seem Monstrous Ill-dressed For Any Society, Even A New One.

Thus Human Beings Judge Of One Another, Superficially, Casually, Throwing Contempt On One Another, With But Little Reason, And No Charity.