Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.

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

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

And certainly both Horses were doing, if not all they could, all they thought they could; which is not quite the same thing.

No book is really worth reading at the age of ten which is not equally – and often far more – worth reading at the age of fifty and beyond.