Go and see whether the Doctor is about,’ said Jack, ‘and if he is, ask him to look in, when he has a moment.’ Which he is in the fish-market, turning over some old-fashioned lobsters. No. I tell a lie. That is him, falling down the companion-way and cursing in foreign.

Compulsion is the death of friendship.

I am opposed to authority, that egg of misery and oppression; I am opposed to it largely for what it does to those who exercise it.

Jack, you've debauched my sloth.

Although wealth may not bring happiness, the immediate prospect of it provides a wonderfully close imitation.

I am in favour of leaving people alone, however imperfect their polity may seem. It appears to me that you must not tell other nations how to set their house in order; nor must you compel them to be happy.

It is a great while since I felt the grind of bone under my saw,' he added, smiling with anticipation.