For Pastrasche was their alpha and omega; their treasury and granary; their store of gold and wand of wealth; their bread-winner and minister; their only friend and comforter. ... Pastrasche was their dog.

Imagination without culture is crippled and moves slowly; but it can be pure imagination, and rich also, as folk-lore will tell the vainest.

It is the north wind that lashes men into Vikings; it is the soft, luscious south wind which lulls them to lotus dreams.

Great men have always had dogs.

Histories in blazonry and poems in stone.

Fame has only the span of the day, they say. But to live in the hearts of people-that is worth something.

There is a chord in every heart that has a sigh in it if touched aright.