Bethink you of the blessedness. Every wife is like the Mother of God and has the hope of bearing a saviour of mankind.

Civilization is a conspiracy. Modern life is the silent compact of comfortable folk to keep up pretences.

To see what is right and not to do it is cowardice. It is never a question of who is right but what is right.

I would have been content with any job however thankless, in any quarter however remote, if I had a chance of making a corner of the desert blossom and the solitary place glad.

That is the supreme value of history. The study of it is the best guarantee against repeating it.

Bethink you of the blessedness. Every wife is like the Mother of God and has the hope of bearing a saviour of mankind.

The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.