One can tip too much as well as too little, indeed the coin that buys the exact truth has not yet been minted.
Of the many things Lucy was noticing today, not the least remarkable was this: this ghoulish fashion in which respectable people will nibble after blood.
Of course he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement.
Not out of them are the shows of history erected: the world would be a grey, bloodless place were it composed entirely of Miss Schlegels. But the world being what it is, perhaps they shine out in it l...
No one confessed the Machine was out of hand. Year by year it was served with increased efficiency and decreased intelligence. The better a man knew his own duties upon it, the less he understood the...
Margaret realized the chaotic nature of our daily life, and its difference from the orderly sequence that has been fabricated by historians. Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead...
Love and Truth, their warfare seems eternal.
Looking back on the past six months, Margaret realized the chaotic nature of our daily life, and its difference from the orderly sequence that has been fabricated by historians. Actual life is full of...
Life is sometimes life and sometimes only a drama, and one must learn to distinguish tother from which.
It never bored them to hear words, words; they breathed them with the cool night air, never stopping to analyse; the name of the poet, Hafiz, Hali, Iqbal, was sufficient guarantee. India—a hundred Ind...
It is obvious enough for the reader to conclude, She loves young Emerson. A reader in Lucy's place would not find it obvious. Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice, and we welcome ner...
It all turns on affection now, said Margaret. Affection. Don't you see?... And affection, when reciprocated, gives rights. Put that down in your notebook, Mr. Mansbridge. It's a useful formula.
I think - I think - I think how little they think what lies so near them.
I don’t understand, she said at last. She understood very well, but she no longer wished to be absolutely truthful. How are you going to stop him talking about it? I have a feeling that talk is a thin...
I don’t think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them.
He had no racial feeling—not because he was superior to his brother civilians, but because he had matured in a different atmosphere, where the herd instinct does not flourish.
He had known so much about her once -what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he...
He had dulled his craving for verbal truth and cared chiefly for truth of mood.
England was alive, throbbing through all her estuaries, crying for joy through the mouths of all her gulls, and the north wind, with contrary motion, blew stronger against her rising seas.
Don't go fighting against the Spring.