`Ah, say that again,' she murmured. `Your voice is music.' He repeated his question. `Music,' she said dreamily; and such is the force of habit that `I don't,' she added, `know anything about music, really. But I know what I like.' |
. . . but beauty and the lust for learning have yet to be allied. |
A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her. |
A swear-word in a rustic slum / A simple swear-word is to some, / To Masefield something more. |
After all, as a pretty girl once said to me, women are a sex by themselves, so to speak |
All fantasy should have a solid base in reality |
Americans have a perfect right to exist. But he did often find himself wishing Mr. Rhodes had not enabled them to exercise that right at Oxford. |
And love levels all, doesn't it? Love and the Board school. |
Anything that is worth doing has been done frequently. Things hitherto undone should be given, I suspect, a wide berth. |
By its very looseness, by its way of evoking rather than defining, suggesting rather than saying, English is a magnificent vehicle for emotional poetry |
Every kind of writing is hypocritical |
Fate wrote her [Queen Caroline] a most tremendous tragedy, and she played it in tights. |
Good sense about trivialities is better than nonsense about things that matter. |
Great men are but life-sized. Most of them, indeed, are rather short. |
Have you ever noticed there is never any third act to a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. |