English Civilization Rests Largely Upon Tea And

There Is A Secret And Wholesome Conviction In The Heart Of Every Man Or Woman Who Has Written A Book That It Should Be No Easy Matter For An Intelligent Reader To Lay Down That Book Unfinished. There Is A Pardonable Impression Among Reviewers That Half An Hour In Its Company Is Sufficient.

It Is Not Depravity That Afflicts The Human Race So Much As A General Lack Of Intelligence.

Letter-writing On The Part Of A Busy Man Or Woman Is The Quintessence Of Generosity.

Fair Play Is Less Characteristic Of Groups Than Of Individuals.

The Gayety Of Life, Like The Beauty And The Moral Worth Of Life, Is A Saving Grace, Which To Ignore Is Folly, And To Destroy Is Crime. There Is No More Than We Need; There Is Barely Enough To Go Round.