The umpire... is like the geyser in the bathroom; we cannot do without it, yet we notice it only when it is out of order.
A snick by Jack Hobbs is a sort of disturbance of a cosmic orderliness.
The Australian temper is at bottom grim. It is as though the sun has dried up his nature.
Like the British constitution, cricket was not made: it has 'grown'.
A true batsman should in most of his strokes tell the truth about himself.
There ought to be some other means of reckoning quality in this the best and loveliest of games; the scoreboard is an ass.