Innocence Is A Kind Of Insanity

They Had Been Corrupted By Money, And He Had Been Corrupted By Sentiment. Sentiment Was The More Dangerous, Because You Couldn’t Name Its Price. A Man Open To Bribes Was To Be Relied Upon Below A Certain Figure, But Sentiment Might Uncoil In The Heart At A Name, A Photograph, Even A Smell Remembered.

In The End There Is No Desire So Deep As The Simple Desire For Companionship.

Would The World Be In The Mess It Is If We Were Loyal To Love And Not To Countries?

Grief And Disappointment Are Like Hate: They Make Men Ugly With Self-pity And Bitterness. And How Selfish They Make Us Too.

Love Taught Me That Your Honour Did But Jest.