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.

The best historian is he who combines knowledge of the evidence with the largest intellect, the warmest human sympathy and the highest imaginative powers.

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

A little man often cast a long shadow.

"History repeats itself" and "History never repeats itself" are about equally true ... We never know enough about the infinitely complex circumstances of any past event to prophesy the future by analogy.

We never know enough about the infinitely complex circumstances of any past event to prophesy the future by analogy.

There is no orthodoxy in walking. It is a land of many paths and no-paths, where every one goes his own and is right.