Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask, the heaven above And the road below me. - Robert Louis Stevenson

Let any one speak long enough, he will get believers.

You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back garden and the family have to change their name. No sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.

God, if this were enough,
That I see things bare to the buff.