Ideas are fatal to caste.

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.

I hated the idleness, the stupidity, the respectability, the petty unselfishness.

If we act the truth the people who really love us are sure to come back to us in the long run

It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness.

If only the sense of actuality can be lulled-and it sleeps for ever in most historians-there is no passion that cannot be gratified in the past.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.