There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

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.

But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.

One must be fond of people and trust them if one is not to make a mess of life.

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.

It isn't possible to love and to part.