Clothes alter our very nature. A man could not help being fierce and daring with a plume in his bonnet, a dagger in his belt, and a lot of puffy white things all down his sleeves.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Dress and Deportment
Curious, that in lodgings the rule of life is reversed. The higher you get up in the world the lower you come down in your lodgings. On the lodging-house ladder the poor man is at the top, the rich man underneath.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Furnished Apartments
I always feel sentimental myself after dinner. It is the only time when I can properly appreciate love-stories.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Eating and Drinking
Babies, though, with all their crimes and errors, are not without their use—not without use, surely, when they fill an empty heart; not without use when, at their call, sunbeams of love break through care-clouded faces; not without use when their little fingers press wrinkles into smiles.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Babies
His soul is full of love and longing, but the world knows it not. The iron mask of shyness is riveted before his face, and the man beneath is never seen.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Being Shy
Yes, poor doggie, you are very stupid, very stupid indeed, compared with us clever men, who understand all about politics and philosophy, and who know everything, in short, except what we are and where we came from and whither we are going, and what everything outside this tiny world and most things in it are.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Cats and Dogs
It always is wretched weather according to us. The weather is like the government—always in the wrong.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On the Weather
I love the fierce strife. I like to watch it. I like to hear of people getting on in it—battling their way bravely and fairly—that is, not slipping through by luck or trickery.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Getting on in the World
There are degrees in being hard up. We are all hard up, more or less—most of us more. Some are hard up for a thousand pounds; some for a shilling. Just at this moment I am hard up myself for a fiver.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Being Hard Up
Angels may be very excellent sort of folk in their way, but we, poor mortals, in our present state, would probably find them precious slow company. Even mere good people are rather depressing.… Read More Idle Thoughts from an Idle Fellow: On Vanity and Vanities
Kay Mack 