Sublime

offers nothing even remotely resembling an argument to show that he knows what conditions would produce good men, or that anybody knows. He cannot surely mean that mere conditions of physical comfort and mental culture produce good men; because manifestly they do not.

He was a nightmare of unmeaning idiocy.

“Pardon, miss, but what did you do with the cuffs that was removed from Mr. Phelan?” Daisy looked back at him innocently. “I gave them to a maidservant. I’m afraid she’s very forgetful. She probably misplaced them.” “Where should we start looking?” the officer asked with a puff of impatience. Her expression did not change as she replied, “I would s

He was even in many ways very modern, which some rather erroneously suppose to be the same as being human;

He is more than clever, he is amusing. He is more than successful, he is alive. You will find him stranded here and there in all sorts of unknown positions, almost always in unsuccessful positions.

Generally speaking, the ordinary man should be content with the terrible secret that men are men—which is another way of saying that they are brothers.

But Dorothea herself was a little shocked and discouraged at her own stupidity, and the answers she got to some timid questions about the value of the Greek accents gave her a painful suspicion that here indeed there might be secrets not capable of explanation to a woman’s reason.

Both of them had strength below the surface; they were like quiet peasants owning enormous and unquarried mines.