He looked more like a professional rugger player than a lawyer, though not when he wore his wig. Then the face became an impressive mask of judicial … - P. D. James

Cordelia read the inscription carved deep on the headstone. "At rest": the commonest epitaph of a generation to whom rest must have seemed the ultimate luxury, the supreme benediction.
"It's a nice stone, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is. I was admiring the lettering."
"Cut deep, that is. It cost a mint of money but it was worth it. That'll last, you see. Half the lettering here won't, it's that shallow. It takes the pleasure out of a cemetery. I like to read the grave stones, like to know who people were and when they died and how long the women lived after they buried their men. It sets you wondering how they managed and whether they were lonely. There's no use in a stone if you can't read the lettering."

If from infancy you treat children as gods they are liable in adulthood to act as devils.

I knew that what I had felt was envy or regret, not for something lost but for something never achieved.