"I have spent too many of my years on the treadmill.

A man was born to be either an egoist and parcel out the earth according to his tastes, or to develop like Dartrey into a dreamer .-- Curse you!" he added, suddenly shaking his fist at the tall towers of the Houses of Parliament.

"You're like an infernal boarding-school, with your detentions and impositions and castigations.
There must be something beyond." "A Cabinet Minister--" she began.
"The sixth form," he interrupted.

"There's just one aspiration of life to be granted under that roof and to win it you are asked to stifle all the rest.

It isn't worth it." "It's the greatest game at which men can play," she declared.
"And also the narrowest because it is the most absorbing," he answered.
"We have our triumphs there and they end in a chuckle.