Geoff: We started off trying to set up a small anarchist community, but people wouldn't obey the rules.

Polly: Education with socialists, it's like sex, all right as long as you don't have to pay for it.

I lack what the English call character, by which they mean the power to refrain.

Headmaster: I have never understood this liking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.

Headmaster: Clad in the magnificent white silk robes of an Arab prince, with in his belt the short curved, gold sword of the Ashraf descendants of the Prophet, he hoped to pass unnoticed through London. Alas, he was mistaken. "Who am I?" he would cry despairingly. "You are Lawrence of Arabia" passers-by would stop him and say, "And I claim my five pounds."

Headmaster: They were all socialists. Why is it always the intelligent people who are socialists?

Schoolmaster: But God, whatever else He is, and of course He is everything else, is not a fool.

Franklin: Have you ever thought, Headmaster, that your standards might perhaps be a little out of date? Headmaster: Of course they're out of date. Standards always are out of date. That is what makes them standards.

Headmaster: Mark my words, when a society has to resort to the lavatory for its humour, the writing is on the wall.