It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper.

For a wonderful physical tie binds the parents to the children; and - by some sad, strange irony - it does not bind us children to our parents. For if it did, if we could answer their love not with gratitude but with equal love, life would lose much of its pathos and much of its squalor, and we might be wonderfully happy.

Failure or success seems to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is the wriggle.

Ideas are fatal to caste.

Sudden conversion ... is particularly attractive to the half-baked mind.

The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

The English countryside, its growth and its destruction, is a genuine and tragic theme.