(An unhappy childhood was not) an unsuitable preparation for my future, in that it demanded a constant wariness, the habit of observation, and the attendance on moods and tempers; the noting of discrepancies between speech and action; a certain reserve of demeanour; and automatic suspicion of sudden favours.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.

The tumalt and shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heat. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.

He who faces no calamity gains no courage.

There is no sin greater than ignorance.

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.