When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god-not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her.

I believe we shall come to care about people less and less, Helen. The more people one knows, the easier it becomes to replace them. It's one of the curses of London. I quite expect to end my life caring most for a place.

Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.

One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.

No man can be an agnostic who has a sense of humour.

He had known so much about her once -what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions. And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most.

God is not Love in the East. He is Power, although Mercy may temper it.