But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands.

Where are the links of the chain ... joining us to the past?

Fools make news, and wise men carry it.

[Robin Stewart] was your man. True for you, you had withdrawn the crutch from his sight, but still it should have been there in your hand, ready for him. For you are a leader-don't you know it? I don't, surely, need to tell you?-And that is what leadership means. It means fortifying the fainthearted and giving them the two sides of your tongue while you are at it. It means suffering weak love and schooling it till it matures. It means giving up you privicies, your follies and your leasure. It means you can love nothing and no one too much, or you are no longer a leader, you are led.

I wish to God,” said Gideon with mild exasperation, “that you’d talk—just once—in prose like other people.

Facts are the soil from which the story grows. Imagination is a last resort.

But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands.