...If you give such a creature two blows with a whip, there are, indeed, two pains: but there is no co-ordinating self which can recognise that 'I have had two pains'.

The malice thus becomes wholly real and the benevolence largely imaginary.

The literary man re-reads, other men simply read.

The pain I feel now is the happiness I had before. That's the deal.

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

The rule of the universe is that others can do for us what we cannot do for ourselves, and one can paddle every canoe except one's own.