The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fishers of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Bring me men to match my mountains: Bring me men to match my plains: Men with empires in their purpose and new eras in their brains.

Strew gladness on the paths of men-You will not pass this way again.

Seek not for fresher founts afar, just drop you bucket where you are.

The woods were made for the hunter of dreams...

W'en you see a man in woe, Walk right up and say 'hullo'; Say "hullo" and "how d'ye do. How's the world a-usin' you?

There are purple grapes in the Land of Git-Thare.

Just drop your bucket where you are.

I say the very things that make the greatest StirAn' the most interestin' things, are things that did n't occur.

Let me live in my house by the side of the road And be a friend to man.

To have my hopes raised and dashed again, it's like cold steel twisting in my gut.

Most managers have plenty of emotional commitment to give to their jobs. If they can be convinced it’s safe and sensible to give it.

Patience is so like fortitude that she seems either her sister or her daughter.

Honest history is the weapon of freedom.

Men take more pains to mask than mend.

You need to be surrounded by good advisers, but you also need to trust your instinct.

I like all the things that make you monstrous.

The papacy again, representing the traditional unity of European civilization, has also shown itself unable to limit effectively the push of nationalism.

If you’re ever lucky enough to belong somewhere, if a place takes you in and you take it into yourself, you don't desert it just because it can kill you. There are things more valuable than life.

I mean it's the writing, not the being read, that excites me.