“...no doubt much will be said elsewhere by the armies of bigotry and punditry. Let them volley and thunder. I'll speak of bookish things.”
“If [pacifists] imagine that one can somehow "overcome" the German army by lying on one's back, let them go on imagining it, but let them also wonder occasionally whether this is not an illusion due to security, too much money and a simple ignorance of the way in which things actually happen.”
“I hold my peace, sir? no;No, I will speak as liberal as the north;Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.”
“Let the sky rain potatoes," said a musing voice. "Let it thunder to the tune of Greensleeves.”
“Did you ever see anybody so disgusting: said lightning to thunder, "never," growled thunder, "let's give him the works.”
“Then there were so many things to be said that they did not speak of any of them.”