We Are So Conceited And So Unproud.

You Love Me So Much, You Want To Put Me In Your Pocket. And I Should Die There Smothered.

That's It! When You Come To Know Men, That's How They Are: Too Sensitive In The Wrong Place.

If A Woman's Got Nothing But Her Fair Fame To Feed On, Why, It's Thin Tack, And A Donkey Would Die Of It!

Religion Was Fading Into The Background. He Had Shovelled Away All The Beliefs That Would Hamper Him, Had Cleared The Ground, And Come More Or Less To The Bedrock Of Belief That One Should Feel Inside Oneself For Right Or Wrong, And Should Have The Patience To Gradually Realise One's God. Now Life Interested Him More.

The Great Mass Of Humanity Should Never Learn To Read Or Write.