She knew that the horse, born to serve nobly, had waited in vain for someone noble to serve. His spirit knew that nobility had gone out of men.

Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

Men live in glad obedience to the masters they believe in, or they live in a frictional opposition to the master they wish to undermine.

If it be not true to me, What care I how true it be.. Though it be not true to thee, It's gay and gospel truth to me.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

How to begin to educate a child. First rule: leave him alone. Second rule: leave him alone. Third rule: leave him alone. That is the whole beginning.