Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.

Unless we remember we cannot understand.

This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.

But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

An efficiency-regime cannot be run without a few heroes stuck about it to carry off the dullness - much as plums have to be put into bad pudding to make it palatable.

Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.

There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.