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.

I have two doctors, my left leg and my right. When body and mind are out of gear (and those twin parts of me live at such close quarters that the one always catches melancholy from the other) I know that I shall have only to call in my doctors and I shall be well again.

If one could make alive again for other people some cobwebbed skein of old dead intrigues and breathe breath and character into dead names and stiff portraits. That is history to me!

One half who graduate from college never read another book.

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

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

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.