...if all we mean by our love is a craving to be loved, we are in a very deplorable state.

I now see that I spent most of my life in doing neither what I ought nor what I liked.

Gratitude looks to the Past and love to the Present; fear, avarice, lust, and ambition look ahead.

Children are not deceived by fairy-tales; they are often and gravely deceived by school-stories. Adults are not deceived by science-fiction ; they can be deceived by the stories in the women's magazines.

I have been trying to make the reader believe that we actually are, at present, creatures whose character must be, in some respects, a horror to God, as it is, when we really see it, a horror to ourselves. This I believe to be a fact: and I notice that the holier a man is, the more fully he is aware of that fact.

In those days Mr. Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were looking for treasure in the Lewisham Road.

I see you are an idiot, whatever else you may be.