Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

I can't do with mountains at close quarters - they are always in the way, and they are so stupid, never moving and never doing anything but obtrude themselves.

Never was an age more sentimental, more devoid of real feeling, more exaggerated in false feeling, than our own.

We are so conceited and so unproud.

I cannot be a materialist - but Oh, how is it possible that a God who speaks to all hearts can let Belgravia go laughing to a vicious luxury, and Whitechapel cursing to a filthy debauchery - such suffering, such dreadful suffering - and shall the short years of Christ's mission atone for it all?

The English people on the whole are surely the nicest people in the world, and everybody makes everything so easy for everyone else, that there is almost nothing to resist at all.

Anatomy presupposes a corpse; psychology presupposes a world of corpses.