My desire to live is as intense as ever, and though my heart is broken, hearts are made to be broken: that is why God sends sorrow into the world.

Most people are other people.

The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid

In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

As for omens, there is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.

He was a hero to his valet, who bullied him, and a terror to most of his relations, whom he bullied in turn. Only England could have produced him, and he always said that the country was going to the dogs. His principles were out of date, but there was a good deal to be said for his prejudices.

The one duty we owe to history is to rewrite it.