Whatever their faults, diffidence is not one of them.

Macaulay's doctrine of the natural superiority of each new generation to its predecessor seems most heartily accepted and believed.

The superb pictures in the house are a silent protest against the cant of progress.

You look into the faces of the men and the women on the walls and can scarcely believe they are the same race with us.

I have sometimes thought 'the numbers' of the elect have been really fulfilled, and that the rest of us are left to gibber away an existence back into an apehood which we now recognise as our real primitive type." From the Molt, on the other hand, he wrote: "It is near midnight.