When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.
What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live?
A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition
A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.
A people always ends by resembling its shadow.
Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?