Blood is thicker than water, I know, but it’s unnatural stuff to drink so much of. (“The Wife Of Ted Wickham
To analyze or assess a person’s failings or deficiencies,’ he declared to himself, ‘is useless, not because such blemishes are immovable, but because they affect the mass of beholders in diverse ways. Different minds perceive utterly variant figures in the same being.
Father was an atheist; he had even joined the Skeleton Army – a club of men who went about in masks or black faces, with ribald placards and a brass band, to make war upon the Salvation Army.