There are people who want to be everywhere at once, and they get nowhere

I can remember only a few of the strange and curious words now dead but living and spoken by the English people a thousand years ago.

The secret of happiness is to admire without desiring.

To work hard, to live hard, to die hard, and then go to hell after all would be too damned hard.

Give me hunger, pain and want, Shut me out with shame and failure From your doors of gold and fame, Give me your shabbiest, weariest hunger! But leave me a little love.

Calling it off comes easy enough if you haven't told the girl you are smitten with her.

Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo. Shovel them under and let me work- I am the grass; I cover all. And pile them high at Gettysburg. And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun. Shovel them under and let me work. Two years, ten years,and passengers ask the conductor- What place is this? Where are we now? I am the grass. Let me work.