I went [to war] because I couldn't help it. I didn't want the glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done.

Money is the root of all evil, and yet it is such a useful root that we cannot get on without it any more than we can without potatoes.

I want to do something splendid… Something heroic or wonderful that won’t be forgotten after I’m dead… I think I shall write books.

You have grown abominably lazy, and you like gossip, and waste time on frivolous things, you are contented to be petted and admired by silly people, instead of being loved and respected by wise ones.

November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.

...for a girl with eyes like hers has a will and is not ruled by anyone but a lover.

Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.