And at home by the fire, whenever you look up there I shall be— and whenever I look up, there will be you. -Gabriel Oak

He Looked and smelt like Autumn's very brother, his face being sunburnt to wheat-colour, his eyes blue as corn-flowers, his sleeves and leggings dyed with fruit-stains, his hands clammy with the sweet juice of apples, his hat sprinkled with pips, and everywhere about him the sweet atmosphere of cider which at its first return each season has such an indescribable fascination for those who have been born and bred among the orchards.

I want to question my belief, so that what is left after I have questioned it, will be even stronger.

The business of the poet and the novelist is to show the sorriness underlying the grandest things and the grandeur underlying the sorriest things.

War makes good history but peace is poor reading.

If an offense come out of the truth, better is it that the offense come than that the truth be concealed.

Remember that the best and greatest among mankind are those who do themselves no worldly good. Every successful man is more or less a selfish man. The devoted fail.