First Doctor quotes from Doctor Who

Our lives are important — at least to us — and as we see, so we learn... Our destiny is in the stars, so let's go and search for it.

We have been reduced roughly to the size of an inch!

[muttering to himself over his notes] My writing gets worse and worse. Dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.

[talking to "Koquillion"] This used to be the people's Hall of Judgement. Fitting, in the present circumstances, don't you think?

You destroyed a whole planet just to save your own skin. You're insane!

[after successfully fending off an assassin] All right? Of course I'm all right, my child. You know, I am so constantly outwitting the opposition, I tend to forget the delights and satisfaction of the arts, the gentle art of fisticuffs.

My ship...my TARDIS...

Now you've squashed my favorite Beatles!

We're trying to defeat the Daleks, not start a jumble sale!

Now, my boy, there are two things you can do. One: Sit there until you get your breath back, and two: Don't call me Doc! Now do I make myself clear?

That is the dematerialising control, and that, over yonder, is the horizontal hold. Up there is the scanner; those are the doors; that is a chair with a panda on it. Sheer poetry, dear boy! Now please stop bothering me.

... The mice couldn't have done that!

[bristling when a policeman asks if he is a British citizen]: Your ideas are too narrow, too crippled. I am a citizen of the universe, and a gentleman to boot!

My dear Steven, history sometimes gives us a terrible shock, and that is because we don't quite fully understand. Why should we? After all, we're too small to realise its final pattern. Therefore don't try and judge it from where you stand. I was right to do as I did. Yes, that I firmly believe. [Steven leaves the TARDIS] Steven... Even after all this time, he cannot understand. I dare not change the course of history. Well, at least I taught him to take some precautions; he did remember to look at the scanner before he opened the doors. And now, they're all gone. All gone. None of them could understand. Not even my little Susan. Or Vicki. And as for Barbara and Chatterton — Chesterton — they were all too impatient to get back to their own time. And now, Steven. Perhaps I should go home. Back to my own planet. But I can't... I can't...

Well then, use it, my child! We must do something about that cold of yours. That reminds me, why are you dressed in these stupid clothes? Have you been footling about in my wardrobe? Is that what it is? What do you think you're playing at, crusades?