Oh, God! That bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!

The world forgets easily, too easily, what it does not like to remember.

When nothing seems to help I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two and I know it was not that blow that did it but all that had gone before.

Men have a trick of coming up to what is expected of them good or bad.

Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two and I know it was not the last blow that did it but all that had gone before.