Before modern times there was Walking, but not the perfection of Walking, because there was no tea.

We are literally children of the earth, and removed from her our spirits wither or run to various forms of insanity. Unless we can refresh ourselves at least by intermittent contact with nature, we grow awry.

History is the open Bible: we historians are not priests to expound it infallibly: our function is to teach people to read it and to reflect upon it for themselves.

After a day's walk everything has twice its usual value.

If the French noblesse had been capable of playing cricket with their peasants, their chateaux would never have been burnt.

The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak, is one of the grandest tunes to walk by. Or on a night in May, one can walk through the too rare Italian forests for an hour on end and never be out of hearing of the nightingale's song.

Before modern times there was Walking, but not the perfection of Walking, because there was no tea.