I am actually what my age and my upbringing have made me - a bourgeois who adheres to the British constitution, adheres to it rather than supports it, and the fact that this isn't dignified doesn't worry me.

In the novel we can know people perfectly, and, apart from the general pleasure of reading, we can find here a compensation for their dimness in life.

“It is Fate that I am here,” persisted George. “But you can call it Italy if it makes you less unhappy.”

Are not beauty and delicacy the same?

The woman who can't influence her husband to vote the way she wants ought to be ashamed of herself.

It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness.