"Well, this business that you call a 'plant' is more like that.

I don't want to alarm you, but I think you as well as our young friend Martin, are inclined to underrate the emotional capacity of human nature." Disquietude broke up the customary mask on Stephen's face: "I don't understand," he stammered.
"Well, we're none of us machines, not even amateurs like me--not even under-dogs like Hughs.

I fancy you may find a certain warmth, not to say violence, about this business.

I tell you frankly that I don't live in married celibacy quite with impunity.

I can't answer for anything, in fact.