Buchan was brought up in Kirkcaldy, Fife, and enjoyed many summer holidays with his grandparents in Broughton, in the Scottish Borders, where he deve… - John Buchan

What’s dooty, if you won’t carry it to the other side of Hell? What’s the use of yapping about your country if you’re going to keep something back when she calls for it? What’s the good of meaning to win the war if you don’t put every cent you’ve got on your stake?... No, Dick, that kind of dooty don’t deserve a blessing. You dursn’t keep anything back if you want to save your soul.

I felt myself in the presence of something enormously big, as if a small barbarian was desecrating the colossal Zeus of Pheidias with a coal hammer. But I also felt it inhuman, and I hated it, and I clung to that hatred. "You fear nothing and you believe nothing," I said. "Man, you should never have been allowed to live."

I think a man cannot strive wholeheartedly with an enemy unless he have much in common with him, and as the strife goes on he gets liker.