People seem to think there is something inherently noble and virtuous in the desire to go for a walk.

I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect, either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.

The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.

Not that I had any special reason for hating school. Strange as it may seem to my readers, I was not unpopular there. I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.

Beauty and the lust for learning have yet to be allied.

It is a part of English hypocrisy or English reserve, that whilst we are fluent enough in grumbling about small inconveniences, we insist on making light of any great difficulties or grief's that may beset us.

For people who like that kind of thing, this is the kind of thing they like.