I Am An Average Good Christian, When

My Hour For Tea Is Half-past Five, And My Buttered Toast Waits For Nobody.

Where Is The Woman Who Has Ever Really Torn From Her Heart The Image That Has Been Once Fixed In It By A True Love? Books Tell Us That Such Unearthly Creatures Have Existed - But What Does Our Own Experiences Say In Answer To Books?

Your Tears Come Easy, When You're Young, And Beginning The World. Your Tears Come Easy, When You're Old, And Leaving It. I Burst Out Crying.

Except In This Ignorant And Material Century, Men Have Always Worn Precious Stuffs And Beautiful Colours As Well As Women.

I Have Noticed That The Christianity Of A Certain Class Of Respectable People Begins When They Open Their Prayer-books At Eleven O'clock On Sunday Morning, And Ends When They Shut Them Up Again At One O'clock On Sunday Afternoon. Nothing So Astonishes And Insults Christians Of This Sort As Reminding Them Of Their Christianity On A Week-day.