it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams

He was a thorough good sort; a bit limited; a bit thick in the head; yes; but a thorough good sort. Whatever he took up he did in the same matter-of-fact sensible way; without a touch of imagination, without a sparkle of brilliancy, but with the inexplicable niceness of his type.

Unless you catch ideas on the wing and nail them down, you will soon cease to have any.

These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.

Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

No one would think of bringing a dog into church. For though a dog is all very well on a gravel path, and shows no disrespect to flowers, the way he wanders down an aisle, looking, lifting a paw, and approaching a pillar with a purpose that makes the blood run cold with horror ... a dog destroys the service completely.