No one thinks of winter when the grass is green.

And that is called paying the Dane-geld; but we've proved it again and again, that if once you have paid him the Dane-geld you never get rid of the Dane.

Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.

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

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!