That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of Iona

That man is little to be envied, whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the runs of Iona.

Patriotism is the last refuge of the scoundrel.

All the performances of human art, at which we look with praise or wonder, are instances of the resistless force of perseverance; it is by this that the quarry becomes a pyramid, and that distant countries are united with canals.

No man is obliged to do as much as he can do. A man is to have part of his life to himself.

Not bad for a 49 year old man [completing the London Marathon in 5h58m]