Sleeping in a bed -- it is, apparently, of immense importance. Against those who sleep, from choice or necessity, elsewhere society feels righteously hostile. It is not done. It is disorderly, anarchical.
At the worst, a house unkept cannot be so distressing as a life unlived.
He felt about books as doctors feel about medicines, or managers about plays - cynical, but hopeful.
The great and recurrent question about abroad is, is it worth getting there?
As to the family, I have never understood how that fits in with the other ideals--or, indeed, why it should be an ideal at all. A group of closely related persons living under one roof; it is a convenience, often a necessity, sometimes a pleasure, sometimes the reverse; but who first exalted it as admirable, an almost religious ideal?
`Take my camel, dear', said my aunt Dot, as she climbed down from this animal on her return from High Mass.
Cranks live by theory, not by pure desire. They want votes, peace, nuts, liberty, and spinning-looms not because they love these things, as a child loves jam, but because they think they ought to have them. That is one element which makes the crank.
It was a book to kill time for those who like it better dead.
Love's a disease. But curable.
It is a common delusion that you make things better by talking about them.
A hot bath! I cry, as I sit down in it! Again as I lie flat, a hot bath! How exquisite a pleasure, how luxurious, fervid and flagrant a consolation for the rigors, the austerities, the renunciation of the day.
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