Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.

I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.

When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, 'Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when at last she really came, I shot her.

Oh, God, if I were sure I were to die tonight I would repent at once. It is the commonest prayer in all languages.

Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind.