"I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth, for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant."
- C.S. Forester
"Yet if he had been asked… if he were happy… He would have admitted readily enough that he was uncomfortable, that he was cold, and badly fed, and venomous; that his clothes were in rags, and his feet ..."
"The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped."
"When a man who is drinking neat gin starts talking about his mother he is past all argument."