Better not to be at all Than not to be noble.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be… And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

Cricket, however, has more in it than mere efficiency. There is something called the spirit of cricket, which cannot be defined.

I came in haste with cursing breath, And heart of hardest steel; But when I saw thee cold in death, I felt as man should feel. For when I look upon that face, That cold, unheeding, frigid brown, Where neither rage nor fear has place, By Heaven! I cannot hate thee now!

I am going a long way With these thou seëst-if indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)- To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.

That which we are, we are, and if we are ever to be any better, now is the time to begin.

God's finger touched him, and he slept.