There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?
George Henry BorrowThere is a peculiarity in the countenance, as everybody knows, which, though it cannot be described, is sure to betray the Englishman.
George Henry BorrowI am invariably of the politics of the people at whose table I sit, or beneath whose roof I sleep.
George Henry BorrowSherry...a silly, sickly compound, the use of which will transform a nation, however bold and warlike by nature, into a race of sketchers, scribblers, and punsters, in fact into what Englishmen are at the present day.
George Henry BorrowI have always been a friend to hero-worship; it is the only rational one, and has always been in use amongst civilized people - the worship of spirits is synonymous with barbarism - it is mere fetish. ... There is something philosophic in the worship of the heroes of the human race.
George Henry Borrow