Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.

It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.

Love casts out fear; but conversely fear casts out love. And not only love. Fear also casts out intelligence, casts out goodness, casts out all thought of beauty and truth.

Lying in bed, he would think of Heaven and London.

Happiness is a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.

When people are suspicious with you, you start being suspicious with them.

Books have their destinies like men. And their fates, as made by generations of readers, are very different from the destinies foreseen for them by their authors. Gulliver's Travels, with a minimum of expurgation, has become a children's book; a new illustrated edition is produced every Christmas. That's what comes of saying profound things about humanity in terms of a fairy story.