“Silence at the proper season is wisdom and better than any speech.”

Courage stands halfway between cowardice and rashness, one of which is a lack, the other an excess of courage.

It is part of a good man to do great and noble deeds, though he risks everything.

Neither blame nor praise yourself.

Prosperity is no just scale; adversity is the only balance to weigh friends.

Evidence of trust begets trust, and love is reciprocated by love.

Many things which cannot be overcome when they are together yielding themselves up when taken little by little.

May I never sit where it is impossible for me to get up and offer my seat to an older man?

To the Dolphin alone, beyond all other, nature has granted what the best philosophers seek: friendship for no advantage.

The whole of life is but a moment of time. It is our duty, therefore to use it, not to misuse it.

In words are seen the state of mind and character and disposition of the speaker.

Courage consists not in hazarding without fear; but being resolutely minded in a just cause.

Even those virtues that nature had denied him were imitated by him so successfully that he won more confidence than those who actually possessed them.

Do not speak of your happiness to one less fortunate than yourself.

A mind is not a vessel to be filled, but a fire to be lighted.

We ought indeed to shrink from and feel shame at what is base, but nature which is over-cautious to avoid blame may be gentle and kindly, but cannot be great.

All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.

That’s referee Mike Reed’s 50th booking of the season, which works out at an average of six a game.

A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door’s shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.

So in fact the only thing you can judge in this sport is the long term. You can judge a career or a season, but not one race.

Although it is pleasant to think about poison at any season, there is something special about Christmas, and I found myself grinning.

I’m not like J.K. Rowling, where I know there’s going to be this number of seasons, and I know exactly what’s going to happen.

Discreetly, moving along the waterways and four seasons of the faithful sun.

One of my biggest problems this season was with the clutch at the start of the race. I hate to risk the car.

Uneasily the leaves fall at this season, forgetting what to do or where to go; the red amnesiacs of autumn drifting thru the graveyard forest.