Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time one's never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them.

Along this particular stretch of line no express had ever passed. All the trains--the few that there were--stopped at all the stations. Denis knew the names of those stations by heart. Bole, Tritton, Spavin Delawarr, Knipswich for Timpany, West Bowlby, and, finally, Camlet-on-the-Water.

Nothing — the only perfection, the only absolute. Infinite and eternal nothing.

We are all geniuses up to the age of ten.

Being cared for when one is dead is less satisfactory than being cared for when one is alive.

A large city cannot be experientially known; its life is too manifold for any individual to be able to participate in it.

All the advantages of Christianity and alcohol; none of their defects.