The heartbreak of finding an empty teacup when you thought there was one gulp to go. – Rob Temple, @SoVeryBritish (Very British Problems: Making Life Awkward for Ourse
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