Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street.

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

We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

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

There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.

No one accuses the Gunner of maudlin affection for anything except his beasts and his weapons. He hasn't the time. He serves at least three jealous gods—his horse and all its saddlery and harness; his gun, whose least detail of efficiency is more important than men's lives; and, when these have been attended to, the never-ending mystery of his art commands him.