It's so hard to know what to do when one wishes earnestly to do right.

Truth telling is not compatible with the defence of the realm.

Every drunken skipper trusts to Providence. But one of the ways of Providence with drunken skippers is to run them on the rocks.

If you lived in London, where the whole system is one of false good-fellowship, and you may know a man for twenty years without finding out that he hates you like poison, you would soon have your eyes opened. There we do unkind things in a kind way: we say bitter things in a sweet voice: we always give our friends chloroform when we tear them to pieces.

You practically do not use semicolons at all. This is a symptom of mental defectiveness, probably induced by camp life.

We have in England a curious belief in first-rate people, meaning all the people we do not know; and this consoles us for the undeniable second-rateness of the people we do know.

You know, Tolstoy, like myself, wasn't taken in by superstitions like science and medicine.