Fortunately for mankind the brain in a life of action turns more to the matter in hand than to conjuring up the chances of the future.
The fountain of youth is like the monkeys paw in the W. W. Jacobs story. It never ends well.
I catch a flash of red-gold beneath the surface of the water, and realize that there are koi in the pond, massive, serene, and I wonder: are they dreams of fish, or fish who dream?
The obligation d'âme meant that his only allegiance was to Felix, making them a separate kingdom of two, with Felix as king and Mildmay as ministers, army, and populace all combined in one. A stormy little kingdom, I thought, with periodic flare-ups of civil war and a magnificently unstable government. And I was glad I wasn’t a citizen of it.
Consider the stars. Among them are no passions, no wars. They know neither love nor hatred. Did man but emulate the stars, would not his soul become clear and radiant as they are? But man's spirit draws him like a moth to the ephemera of this world, and in their heat he is consumed entire.
I gave up on cussing - I'd run out of words filthy enough - and just started praying.
The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.
Sometimes there was a serious article on a hot topic, and I especially remember one by a bishop headed "Is Nudity Salacious?" The bishop thought it need not be, if encountered in the proper spirit, but he gave a lot of enlightening examples of conditions under which it might be, in his word, "inflammatory. " There wasn't much nudity in our neck of the woods, and I enjoyed that article tremendously.
Astonishing things can be done with the human memory if you will devote it faithfully to one particular line of business.
Sometimes you're flush and sometimes you're bust, and when you're up, it's never as good as it seems, and when you're down, you never think you'll be up again, but life goes on.
An unemployed electrician,whom I had been taunting with my reminder of how much richer I was, leaned forward and said:'What are your qualifications? I know exactly what your qualifications are. You bent over in the shower to pick up some soap at Eton and Harrow, like all the rest of them.