The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ

Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

Christ did not die to save people, but to teach people how to save each other. This is, I have no doubt, a grave heresy, but it is also a fact.

The bureaucracy is expanding to meet the needs of the expanding bureaucracy.

The sure way of knowing nothing about life is to try to make oneself useful.

Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.