“Have you pen and ink, Master Doctor?""A scholar is never without them, your majesty," answered Doctor Cornelius.”
“The Master: The cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about.”
“When you use your pen to think, you’re never wasting ink.”
“Good God, man, what is that smell?" He eyed with disgust the doctor's filthy cloak."Life," answered the doctor.”
“The doctor lifted the bottle. “Thank you,” said Felix. “I never drink spirits.”“You will,” said the doctor.”
“It was, for the time being, an empty threat, and he must have sensed it also, for he laughed easily and with contempt. “You will do what your masters tell you to do, doctor. As do we all.”