So through a world of piety I made my way to Sebastian.

We class schools into four grades: leading school, first-rate school, good school and school.

All this fuss about sleeping together. For physical pleasure I'd sooner go to my dentist any day.

One forgets words as one forgets names. One's vocabulary needs constant fertilizing or it will die.

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

Presently [Bridey] said: “If I was Rex”—his mind seemed full of such suppositions: “If I was Archbishop of Westminster,” “If I was head of the Great Western Railway,” “If I was an actress,” as though it were a mere trick of fate that he was none of these things, and he might awake any morning to find the matter adjusted—“if I was Rex I should want to live in my constituency.