I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

A loud noise at one end and no sense of responsibility at the other.

I want a house that has got over all its troubles; I don't want to spend the rest of my life bringing up a young and inexperienced house.

How dull, how impossible life would be without dreams - waking dreams, I mean - the dreams that we call 'castles in the air,' built by the kindly hands of Hope…