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

I never knew a man go for an honest day's walk for whatever distance, great or small, and not have his reward in the repossession of his soul.

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.

Village cricket spread fast through the land. In those days before it became scientific, cricket was the best game in the world to watch, with its rapid sequence of amusing incidents, each ball a potential crisis!

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.

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

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