At The Bottom Of All The Tributes

There Are No Uninteresting Things, Only Uninterested People.

Misers Get Up Early In The Morning; And Burglars, I Am Informed, Get Up The Night Before.

The Church Is A House With A Hundred Gates: And No Two Men Enter At Exactly The Same Angle

...i Will Praise The English Climate Till I Die—even If I Die Of The English Climate. There Is No Weather So Good As English Weather. Nay, In A Real Sense There Is No Weather At All Anywhere But In England. In France You Have Much Sun And Some Rain; In Italy You Have Hot Winds And Cold Winds; In Scotland And Ireland You Have Rain, Either Thick Or Thin; In America You Have Hells Of Heat And Cold, And In The Tropics You Have Sunstrokes Varied By Thunderbolts. But All These You Have On A Broad And Brutal Scale, And You Settle Down Into Contentment Or Despair.

Real Development Is Not Leaving Things Behind, As On A Road, But Drawing Life From Them, As From A Root.