Money pads the edges of things.

I'm a holy man minus the holiness. Hand that on to your three spies, and tell them to put it in their pipes.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else. Blessed are the uneducated, who forget it entirely, and are never conscious of folly or pruriency in the past, of long aimless conversations.

The work of art assumes the existence of the perfect spectator, and is indifferent to the fact that no such person exists.

Don't go fighting against the Spring.

There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.

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