Bah! The thing is not a nose at all, but a bit of primordial chaos clapped on to my face.

Endless conflicts. Endless misunderstanding. All life is that. Great and little cannot understand one another.

He was inordinately proud of England and he abused her incessantly.

London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.

The path of least resistance is the path of the loser.

No place is safe - no place is at peace. There is no place where a women and her daughter can hide and be at peace. The war comes through the air, bombs drop in the night. Quiet people go out in the morning, and see air-fleets passing overhead - dripping death - dripping death!

...the voice was indisputable. It continued to swear with that breadth and variety that distinguishes the swearing of a cultivated man.