A dead eagle he might have buried, but he had chosen rather to light a fire for a phoenix.
~ Edith Pargeter
He sat staring before him, seeing nothing but a long line of Mortimers, inexhaustable and prolific to the end of time.
Not his match! And have you not the heart in you to be anything but best? How many are his match? How many in this world do you think stand in the front rank? Are all the rest of us to give up and sit on our hands rather than serve humbly where we deserve?
