He who distributes the milk of human kindness cannot help but spill a little on himself.

Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts and sweet ways and dear, forgotten kindnesses linger there also, to bloom in your twilight like evening primroses.

Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams... He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... He does. And that is why he is brave.

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

In England, justice is open to all - like the Ritz Hotel.

Would you like an adventure now, or would you like to have your tea first?