He did not know that a keeper is only a poacher turned outside in, and a poacher a keeper turned inside out.

Every Winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables

Do noble things, not dream them all day long

Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long; And so make Life, and Death, and that For Ever, One grand sweet song

He turned and shouted at me not to run. I just had to go. It's not my nature to stay.

There are two freedoms - the false, where a man is free to do what he likes; the true, where he is free to do what he ought.