Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
Any fool can waste, any fool can muddle, but it takes something of a man to save, and the more he saves the more of a man does it make of him.
You perceive, do you not, that our national fairy tales reflect the inmost desires of the Briton and the Gaul?
One can’t prescribe books, even the best books, to people unless one knows a good deal about each individual person.
Many religious people are deeply suspicious. They seem, for purely religious purposes, of course, to know more about iniquity than the unregenerate.
Each dog barks in his own yard!
Satan himself can’t save a woman who wears thirty-shilling corsets under a thirty-guinea costume.
There’s no jealousy in the grave.
Every woman knows all about everything.
When the Hymalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted, rends the peasant tooth and nail, For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget – lest we forget!
Favouritism governed kissage, Even as it does in this age.
Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown.
The Navy is very old and very wise.
Nations have passed away and left no traces, And history gives the naked cause of it – One single simple reason in all cases; They fell because their peoples were not fit.
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice – An humble and a contrite heart.
And what should they know of England who only England know?
A tale from which pieces have been raked out is like a fire that has been poked. One does not know the operation has been performed, but everyone feels the effect.
The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes.
Let all who build beware The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder Lets down the grinding span, The blame of loss, or murder, Is laid upon the man. Not on the Stuff – the Man!