No hardy perennial has the enduring quality of hope. Cut it to the roots, stamp it underfoot, let frost and fire work their will, and still some valiant shoot will push, to grow again on such scanty fare as it can find. Only time and the cruel quicklime of fact can destroy that stubborn urgency.

...his hoofbeats fall like rain, over and over again.

There's plenty of fire in the coldest flint!

I was never one to begrudge people their memories. From a child I would listen when they spoke of the past.

A little town is like a lantern. Nothing's hid from sight.

Too much good fortune can make you smug and unaware. Happiness should be like an oasis, the greener for the desert that surrounds it.

The difference between ambition and discontent is quite a fine line and sometimes it is hard to tell which is which and which you are feeling!