We must use words as they are used, or stand aside from life.

There are different kinds of wrong. The people sinned against are not always the best.

Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

Well, Buttermere, this is a day that is good to live and breathe in, that makes a man feel in his prime. Standing here in front of my house, I feel as young as when I moved into it thirty years ago, in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-nine. What aged man would you take me to be, as I step as it were casually into your view?

What concerns anyone so much as the time he has to live?

As regards plot I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots. And as I think a plot desirable and almost necessary, I have this extra grudge against life.

I think I feel on the whole that something's there trying to get out ... It's sort of trying to get out and wants help.