A great composition to me is.. an incarnation of a genius, of all that was ever in him of the slightest consequence.

A true batsman should in most of his strokes tell the truth about himself.

Sibelius justified the austerity of his old age by saying that while other composers were engaged in manufacturing cocktails, he offered the public pure cold water.

We remember not the scores and the results in after years; it is the men who remain in our minds, in our imagination.

Often in this our life do we begin by cursing men and end by loving them. A sense of the common fallibility of all flesh makes us kin. No man is lovable who is invincible.

Like the British constitution, cricket was not made: it has 'grown'.

In cricket, as in no other game, a great master may well go back to the pavilion scoreless.... In no other game does the law of averages get to work so potently, so mysteriously.

The umpire... is like the geyser in the bathroom; we cannot do without it, yet we notice it only when it is out of order.

It is far more than a game, this cricket.

The elements are cricket's presiding geniuses.

Dear, lovely game of cricket that can stir us so profoundly, that can lift up our hearts and break them.

Do not pursue what you cannot keep.

Humor is the touchstone of the truly mythological as distinct from the more literal-minded and sentimental theological mood.

It seems to me that the price of eternal vigilance is liberty.

The constitutional questions are in the first instance not questions of right but questions of might.

Capital and labor are both wild forces which require intelligent legislation to hold them in restriction.

As far as bands doing that in a way where they think they're going to fight the government, the only people they're really hurting is the fans.

We are increasingly recognising and accepting, respecting and celebrating, our cultural diversity.

It is time to effect a revolution in female manners - time to restore to them their lost dignity. It is time to separate unchangeable morals from local manners.

Love, a pleasant folly; ambition, a serious stupidity.

We share a common enemy, but does that make us friends?