Your wits can't thicken in that soft moist air, on those white springy roads, in those misty rushes and brown bogs, on those hillsides of granite rocks and magenta heather. You've no such colours in the sky, no such lure in the distances, no such sadness in the evenings. Oh the dreaming! the dreaming! the torturing, heart-scalding, never satisfying dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming!

If the wicked flourish and the fittest survive, Nature must be the god of rascals.

Bible worship, though at its best it may achieve sublimity by keeping its head in the skies, may also make itself both ridiculousand dangerous by having its feet off the ground.

Which painting in the National Gallery would I save if there was a fire? The one nearest the door of course.

Emotional excitement reaches men through tea, tobacco, opium, whisky, and religion.

Civilization is a disease produced by the practice of building societies with rotten material.

There is nothing so bad or so good that you will not find Englishmen doing it; but you will never find an Englishman in the wrong. He does everything on principle.