...All endeavours which are directed to a purely worldly end...contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.

It seems, in tragedy, that innocence is not enough.

You run a grave risk, my boy," said the magician, "of being turned into a piece of bread, and toasted.

War is like a fire. One man may start it, but it will spread all over. It is not about any one thing in particular.

A lot of brainless unicorns swaggering about and calling themselves educated just because they can push each other off a horse with a bit of a stick! It makes me tired.

The Victorians had not been anxious to go away for the weekend. The Edwardians, on the contrary, were nomadic.

[Kay] was not at all an unpleasant person really, but clever, quick, proud, passionate and ambitious. He was one of those people who would be neither a follower nor a leader, but only an aspiring heart, impatient in the failing body which imprisoned it.