There Is So Much Goodness In Real

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.

The Present Age, For All Its Cosmopolitan Hustle, Is Curiously Suburban In Spirit.

Shall I Give You My Recipe For Happiness? I Find Everything Useful And Nothing Indispensable. I Find Everything Wonderful And Nothing Miraculous. I Reverence The Body. I Avoid First Causes Like The Plague.

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

There Is So Much Goodness In Real Life- Do Let Us Keep It Out Of Our Books.