For luck you carried a horse chestnut and a rabbit’s foot in your right pocket. The fur had been worn off the rabbit’s foot long ago and the bones and the sinews were polished by the wear. The claws scratched in the lining of your pocket and you knew your luck was still there.

One no longer becometh poor or rich; both are too burdensome. Who still wanteth to rule? Who still wanteth to obey? Both are too burdensome.

Don't worry, it's only death. Don't let it bother you.

There are hazards in anything one does but there are greater hazards in doing nothing.

Shirley Williams

Quotes by Shirley Williams

Written By Shirley Williams

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