"For Chips, like some old sea captain, still measured time by the signals of the past. . . ." (Chapter I, page 3)

"Three cheers, indeed; but there was more to come, an unguessed epilogue, an encore played to a tragic audience." (Chapter II, page 15)

"Shall I call you 'sir'—or would 'Mr. Chips' be the right thing? 'Mr. Chips,' I think. Good-bye, then—goodbye, Mr. Chips. . . ." (Chapter V, page 34)

"And so it stood, a warm and vivid patch in his life, casting a radiance that glowed in a thousand recollections." (Chapter VII, page 44)

"And there he was, dreaming again before the fire, dreaming of times and incidents in which he alone could take secret interest. Funny and sad, comic and tragic, they all mixed up in his mind, and some day, however hard, it roved, he would sort them out and make a book of them. . . ." (Chapter VII...