Puck of Pook's Hill

It isn't what you say so much. It's what you mean when you say it.

There is no gift like friendship. Remember this - when you become a young man. For your fate will turn on the first true friend you make.

Barbarians are all alike... sit up half the night to discuss anything a Roman says.

Witta feared nothing - except to be poor.

I had come down here, not to serve God as a craftsman should, but to show my people how great a craftsman I was. They cared not.

I have joyfully done much evil in my life to those who have wished me evil (General Maximus)

Cites and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time's eye Which daily die; But, as new buds put forth To glad new men, Out of the spend and unconsidered Earth, The cities will rise again

Like everything else in the world, it is one man's work.

What avail is honour or a sword against a pen?

Rome never looks where she treads. Always her heavy hooves fall On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And Rome never heeds when we bawl. Her sentries pass on—that is all, And we gather behind them in hordes, And plot to reconquer the Wall, With only our tongues for our swords. We are the Little Folk—we! Too little to love or to hate. Leave us alone and you’ll see How we can drag down the State! We are the worm in the wood! We are the rot at the root! We are the taint in the blood! We are the thorn in the foot! Mistletoe killing an oak— Rats gnawing cables in two— Moths making holes in a cloak— How they must love what they do! Yes—and we Little Folk too, We are busy as they— Working our works out of view— Watch, and you’ll see it some day! No indeed! We are not strong, But we know Peoples that are. Yes, and we’ll guide them along To smash and destroy you in War! We shall be slaves just the same? Yes, we have always been slaves, But you—you will die of the shame, And then we shall dance on your graves!