'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.

Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.

I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.

A people always ends by resembling its shadow.

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods