But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.

One cannot resist the lure of Africa.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master.

Satan himself can't save a woman who wears thirty-shilling corsets under a thirty-guinea costume.

We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins, when all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins.

I wasted my substance, I know I did, on riotous living, so I did, but there's nothing on record to show I did more than my betters have done.