He was drowned, he used to say, and lying on a cliff with gulls screaming over him. He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea. Or he was hearing music… But "Lovely!" he used to cry and the tears would run down his cheeks, which was to her the most dreadful thing of all, to see a man like Septimus, who had fought, who was brave, crying. And he would lie listening until suddenly he would cry that he was falling down, down into the flames!

I strike spurs into my horse. Against you I will fling myself, unvanquished and unyielding, O Death!

she] might have been a shell, and his words water rubbing against her ears, as water rubs a shell on the edge of a rock.

if the world go wrong, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.

And from the death of each day's hope, another hope sprang up to live tomorrow.

Ah, that 'if.' But it's of no use to despond. I can but do that, when I have tried everything and failed, and even then it won't serve me much.

You'll find us rough, sir, but you'll find us ready.

Accidents will occur in the best regulated families.

He and the mender of roads sat on the heap of stones looking silently at one another, with the hail driving in between them like a pigmy charge of bayonets, until the sky began to clear over the village.

Some people laughed to see the alteration in him, but he let hem laugh, and little heeded them; fore he was wise enough to know that nothin ever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the outset

Hope itself is like a star- not to be seen in the sunshine of prosperity, and only to be discovered in the night of adversity.

Our anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrows, but only empties today of its strengths.