Even his conversation was, as it were, a spoken part. - T. H. White

For I am inclined to believe that my beloved Arthur of the future is sitting at this very moment among his learned freinds, in the Combination Room of the College of Life, and that they are thinking away in there for all they are worth, about the best means to help our curious species: and I for one hope that some day, when not only England but the World has need of them, and when it is ready to listen to reason, if it ever is, they will issue forth from their rath in joy and power: and then perhaps, they will give us happiness in the world once more and chivalry, and the old medieval blessing of certain simple people - who tried, at any rate, in their own small way, to still the ancient brutal dream of Attila the Hun.

But his heart had been made as a match for Elaine's, and now it was unable to bear the burden which hers had been forced to lay down.

"Wars are never fought for one reason," he said. "They are fought for dozens of reasons, in a muddle."