They did not understand a single word of what he was saying, but that made no matter, for they put their heads on one side, and looked wise, which is quite as good as understanding a thing, and very much easier.

To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.

In England people actually try to be brilliant at breakfast. That is so dreadful of them! Only dull people are brilliant at breakfast.

Always! That is the dreadful word ... it is a meaningless word, too.

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

When I think of all the harm [the Bible] has done, I despair of ever writing anything to equal it.