We schoolmasters must temper discretion with deceit.

You don't remove the evil in a person by killing the person.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.

These memories, which are my life--for we possess nothing certainly except the past--were always with me.

The truth is that Oxford is simply a very beautiful city in which it is convenient to segregate a certain number of the young of the nation while they are growing up.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

Never get mixed up in a Welsh wrangle. It doesn't end in blows like an Irish one, but goes on forever.