We go ahead soberly on the constitutional highway--with a little hearty swearing to clear the air now and then." Lilian laughed.
"Well, I was saying it is a political age, and I think a man ought to go in for the first interest of his time.

What have we to do just now with artistic aims?
The English, at any time, care little or nothing for art; one has to recognize that.

Our task in the world is practical--to secure all men a sufficiency of beef and beer, and honest freedom.

I like to feel that I am on the advancing wave; I don't care for your picturesque ponds; they generally have a bad smell." The effect of his vigorous talk was manifest in Lilian's face.

She yielded her spirit to his, was borne whither he would.
"You talk of living in Paris--why, if you really knew Paris, you would hate the place.