There comes a time to everyone when the world narrows for him to a strait alley, with Death at the end of it… — John Buchan

There come moments to every man when he is thankful to be alive, and every breath drawn is a delight; so at that hour I praised my Maker for His good earth, and for sparing me to rejoice in it.

I never mind choler in a man if he have also honesty and good sense.

They were happy years, the four I spent in Glasgow, for I was young and ardent, and had not yet suffered the grave miscarriage of hope which is our human lot.