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

It thrilled through him when he first felt the keel answer to his hand on the spokes and slide over the long hollows as the foresail scythed back and forth against the blue sky.

Once there was The People - Terror gave it birth.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

There is no harm in a man's cub.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago