The well breath'd youth, hot-mettled, and flush with genial juices, was now fairly in for making me know my driver.

Heremites on an heep · with hoked staues, Wenten to Walsyngham · and here wenches after; Grete lobyes and longe · that loth were to swynke, Clotheden hem in copis · to be knowen fram othere; And shopen hem heremites · here ese to haue.

If the secret history of books could be written, and the author’s private thoughts and meanings noted down alongside of his story, how many insipid volumes would become interesting, and dull tales excite the reader!

If you want to kill inertia and overcome the hard part of starting up, in your own way you've got to develop Tiggerish characteristics. You need a relentless, boundless optimistic enthusiasm for what can be achieved although it is yet to happen […]