“A boy with Somebody-else's pork pie! Stop him!”

“He was gobbling mincemeat, meatbone, bread, cheese, and pork pie, all at once: staring distrustfully while he did so at the mist all round us, and often stopping—even stopping his jaws—to listen. Some real or fancied sound, some clink upon the river or breathing of beast upon the marsh, now gave him a start, and he said, suddenly,—”

“What else? A handful of hard white sugar lumps from the supply for the master's table. Sugar and cake and blood and pork. That's what little boys are made of. ”

“I used to be the sort of boy who had sand kicked in his face, now I'm the sort of boy who watches somebody else have it kicked in their face”

“Stop in somebody's shadow to rest and cool down, and you are lost. No one can make anyone else happy.”

“You can get discouraged many times, but you are not a failure until you begin to blame somebody else and stop trying.”