When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes. – William Shakespeare, HenryV
There are some people who walk into a room and they oxygenate it, by their very being theres fresh air. Then there are those who come in with the smell of death and they suck the life out. – Peter Mullan
