It is our business to go as we are impelled.

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.

With a woman, a man always wants to let himself go. And it is precisely with a woman that he should never let himself go ... but stick to his innermost belief and meet her just there.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

The human soul needs actual beauty even more than bread.

All hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. It seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.

Now the only decent way to get something done is to get it done by somebody who quite likes doing it.