Come with me, ladies and gentlemen who are in any wise weary of London: come with me: and those that tire at all of the world we know: for we have new worlds here.

I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.

Modern poets are bells of lead. They should tinkle melodiously but usually they just klunk.

A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders.

It has always struck me that one of the readiest ways of estimating a country's regard for law is to notice what arms the officers of the law are carrying: in England it is little batons, in France swords, in many countries revolvers, and in Russia the police used to have artillery.

Everyone's future is, in reality, uncertain and full of unknown treasures from which all may draw unguessed prizes.

It is very seldom that the same man knows much of science, and about the things that were known before science came.