His warmth of heart was like a large, generous…

…fire, and the people who warmed their hands at it were without number. – Maurice Baring (speaking of his father)
…fire, and the people who warmed their hands at it were without number. – Maurice Baring (speaking of his father)
…between games and play. Play is played for fun, but games are deadly serious and you do not play them to enjoy yourself. – Maurice Baring
Memory is the greatest of artists, and effaces from your mind what is unnecessary. – Maurice Baring