I fear that if the matter is beyond humanity, it is certainly beyond me.

I have wrought my simple plan If I give one hour of joy To the boy who’s half a man, Or the man who’s half a boy.

Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds. Long, glinting dragonflies shot across the path, or hung tremulous with gauzy wings and gleaming bodies.

It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.

There are times, young fellah, when every one of us must make a stand for human right and justice, or you never feel clean again.

I do hate the City of London! It is the only thing which ever comes between us.

We must look for consistency. Where there is a want of it we must suspect deception.