� I heard thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I defined the measure of my pain;
I knew that I was alone,
Alone with love,
Poor shivering love,
And he, little sprite,
Came to watch with me,
And at midnight
We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire. � � Stephen Crane

� They had become too conceited to be capable of normal human feelings. � � Boris Pasternak

� British and French patriotism are completely different emotions. Ours is a bit shamefaced and populist, theirs is the province of the intellectual. � � Sebastian Faulks