“The fitchew nor the soiled horse goes to't with a more riotous appetite.”

“He said there were two kinds of bitterness: one that takes away the appetite and one that stimulates it. Pepper, he said, was of the first kind - it burns the tongue and nothing more. But horse-radish, though bitter, sharpens the hunger and makes a man impatient for the good things of the meal. So, he said, if a man becomes only bitter and downcast he goes no further. But a little bitterness, a little horse-radish, may give one an appetite for perfection."How quaint," said Ogle, "how undeniably folksy.”

“I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.”

“What distinguishes man from his innocent brothers, the animals,...is not language, nor reason, nor even civilization...it is man's enormous appetite for suffering.”

“If an ass goes travelling, he'll not come home a horse.”

“Up goes the rocket. Its golden grain falls, fertilising, upon the rich soil of my imagination.”