There'll never be a Utopia, and it's only a form of lying to set such ideals before the multitude.

I believe in the distinction of classes; the only class I would altogether abolish is that of the hungry and the ragged.

So long as nature doles out the gift of brains in different proportions, there must exist social subordination.

The true Radical is the man who wishes so to order things that no one will be urged by misery to try and get out of the class he is born in." Glazzard agreed that this was a good way of putting it, and thereupon broached a subject so totally different that politics were finally laid aside.
When Lilian rose and withdrew, the friends remained for several minutes in silence.

They lighted cigarettes, and contemplatively watched the smoke.