“Life is too bitter already, without territories and wars and noble feuds”

“And do you know another thing, Arthur? Life is too bitter already, without territories and wars and noble feuds.”

“I can see that you spoke in ignorance, and I bitterly regret that I should have been so petty as to take offence where none was intended.”

“In war, our elders may give the orders...but it is the young who have to fight.”

“It was Christmas night, the eve of the Boxing Day Meet. You must remember that this was in the old Merry England of Gramarye, when the rosy barons ate with their fingers, and had peacocks served before them with all their tail feathers streaming, or boars' heads with the tusks stuck in again—when there was no unemployment because there were too few people to be unemployed—when the forests rang with knights walloping each other on the helm, and the unicorns in the wintry moonlight stamped with their silver feet and snorted their noble breaths of blue upon the frozen air. Such marvels were great and comfortable ones. But in the Old England there was a greater marvel still. The weather behaved itself.”

“War is like a fire. One man may start it, but it will spread all over. It is not about one thing in particular.”

“Jenny, all my life I have wanted to do miracles. I have wanted to be holy. I suppose it was ambition or pride or some other unworthy thing. It was not enough for me to conquer the world--I wanted to conquer heaven too.”