You talk as if a god had made the Machine," cried the other. "I believe that you pray to it when you are unhappy. Men made it, do not forget that. Great men, but men. The Machine is much, but not everything.

Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.

If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting--both for us and for her.

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.

But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?