All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

A blessed thing it is for any man or woman to have a friend, one human soul whom we can trust utterly, who knows the best and worst of us, and who loves us in spite of all our faults.

O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee!

Wherever is love and loyalty, great purposes and lofty souls, even though in a hovel or a mine, there is fairyland.

We ought to reverence books; to look on them as useful and mighty things. If they are good and true, whether they are about religion, politics, farming, trade, law, or medicine, they are the message of Christ, the maker of all things - the teacher of all truth.

All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

It's all in the day's work, as the huntsman said when the lion ate him.