Englishmen are not usually softened by appeals to the memory of their mothers.

Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?

One cannot resist the lure of Africa.

Politics are not my concern.... They impressed me as a dog's life without a dog's decencies.

For it's "guns this" and "guns that," and "chuck 'em out, the brutes," But they're the "Savior of our loved ones" when the thugs begin to loot.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

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.