Outside the window the thin moon stood upright in a deep sky, like the paring of a finger-nail for magic, and against the sky the weather vane of the… - T. H. White

Something about doing a hateful and dangerous action for the sake of decency — for they knew that the fight was to be fought in blood and death without reward. They would get nothing but the unmarketable conscience of having done what they ought to do in spite of fear — something which wicked people have often debased by calling it glory with too much sentiment, but which is glory all the same.

"The word "feral" has a kind of magic potency which allied itself to two other words, "ferocious" and "free." To revert to a feral state!"

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.