It is always easy to question the judgement of others in matters of which we may be imperfectly informed.

I don't want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.

Without the hope of posterity, for our race if not for ourselves, without the assurance that we being dead yet live, all pleasures of the mind and senses sometimes seem to me no more than pathetic and crumbling defences shored up against our ruin.

Every island to a child is a treasure island.

Absolute nakedness was intrusive, confusing to the senses. Paradoxically, it both revealed and diminished identity.

There comes a time when every scientist, even God, has to write off an experiment.

First-class travel, provided one hasn't to pay for it oneself, is the most insidiously addictive of life's luxuries.