It used to be a good hotel, but that proves nothing - I used to be a good boy.

I have damaged my intellect trying to imagine why a man should want to invent a repeating clock, and how another man could be found to lust after it and buy it. The man who can guess these riddles is far on the way to guess why the human race was invented - which is another riddle which tires me.

isn't so astonishing, the number of things that I can remember, as the number of things I can remember that aren't so.

In the laboratory there are no fustian ranks, no brummagem aristocracies; the domain of Science is a republic, and all its citizens are brothers and equals, its princes of Monaco and its stonemasons of Cromarty meeting, barren of man-made gauds and meretricious decorations, upon the one majestic level!

Perhaps no poet is a conscious plagiarist, but there seems to be warrant for suspecting that there is no poet who is not at one time or another an unconscious one.

What work I have done I have done because it has been play. If it had been work I shouldn't have done it.

Presbyterianism without infant damnation would be like the dog on the train that couldn't be identified because it had lost its tag.