In cricket, as in no other game, a great master may well go back to the pavilion scoreless.... In no other game does the law of averages get to work so potently, so mysteriously.

A true batsman should in most of his strokes tell the truth about himself.

Sibelius justified the austerity of his old age by saying that while other composers were engaged in manufacturing cocktails, he offered the public pure cold water.

We remember not the scores and the results in after years; it is the men who remain in our minds, in our imagination.

Often in this our life do we begin by cursing men and end by loving them. A sense of the common fallibility of all flesh makes us kin. No man is lovable who is invincible.

Like the British constitution, cricket was not made: it has 'grown'.

The umpire... is like the geyser in the bathroom; we cannot do without it, yet we notice it only when it is out of order.

It is far more than a game, this cricket.

The elements are cricket's presiding geniuses.

Dear, lovely game of cricket that can stir us so profoundly, that can lift up our hearts and break them.

If a German or an Austrian, a Greek or a Bashibazouk, had composed Gerontius, the whole world would have by now admitted its qualities.

Weber, ... argues that... personal bias should not preclude the scientific ascertainment of objective historical facts.

But this girl—She reminded me of what it was like to believe in something. Her hope was naïve, but it was real, and I hadn’t felt something real in years. Nothing positive anyways. (Eric)

Feast of the Holy Cross Does not every man feel, that there is corruption enough within him to drive him to the commission of the greatest enormities, and eternally to destroy his soul?

Happy are all free peoples, too strong to be dispossessed. But blessed are those among nations who dare to be strong for the rest!

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of bandages and adhesive tape.

Hemmingway was a jerk.

Our economic approach to food and its distribution reflects our basic moral values.

You know how it is with cats: They don't really have owners, they have staff.

I worry about the men of your time, Grace. They all seem to be great fools. (Julian)

My father was all brain and little heart.