When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace.

Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.

The long, long road over the moors and up into the forest - who trod it into being first of all? Man, a human being, the first that came here. There was no path before he came.

Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?

Keep it, keep it!" I answered. "You are very welcome to it! It is only a couple of small things, doesn't amount to anything—about everything I own in the world.

A few days back someone sent me two feathers. Two bird's feathers in a sheet of note-paper with a coronet, and fastened with a seal. Sent from a place a long way off; from one who need not have sent them back at all. That amused me too, those devilish green feathers.