For those who like that sort of thing," said Miss Brodie in her best Edinburgh voice, "That is the sort of thing they like.

Being in love is something like poetry. Certainly, you can analyze and expound its various senses and intentions, but there is always something left over, mysteriously hovering between music and meaning.

It's a whydunnit in q-sharp major and it has a message: never talk to the sort of girls that you wouldn't leave lying about in your drawing-room for the servants to pick up.

No mind should submit their mind to another mind He that complies against his will is of his own opinion still -- that's my motto. I won't be brainwashed.

Jealousy ... is an affliction of the spirit which, unlike some sins of the flesh, gives no one any pleasure.

Art and religion first; then philosophy; lastly science. That is the order of the great subjects of life, that's their order of importance.

Every communist has a fascist frown, every fascist a communist smile.