Richard Jefferies

The lover of nature has the highest art in his soul.

It would seem that the ant works its way tentatively, and, observing where it fails, tries another place and succeeds.

I desire a greatness of soul, an irradiance of mind, a deeper insight, a broader hope.

If a horse has four legs, and I'm riding it, I think I can win.

He who has the fastest golf cart never has a bad lie.

My father was a Japanese prisoner of war, a survivor of the Thai-Burma Death Railway, built by a quarter of a million slave labourers in 1943. Between 100,000 and 200,000 died.