2 Quotes by Robert Smythe Hichens

He broke away and hurried off. All that he had said had been spoken in a voice so low that only Sir Simon could have heard him. Yet the intensity in his voice had been terrific. Sir Simon felt as if an iron door had been suddenly flung open and had let out a red-hot blast from a furnace.

It makes me perpetually sorrowful in London to meet with people doing their duty. I find them everywhere. It is impossible to escape from them. A sense of duty is like some horrible disease. It destroys the tissues of the mind, as certain complaints destroy the tissues of the body.