2 Quotes by Robert Icke

Three noble heads cut off in sacrifice for her. But nothing - nothing - can deter the jostling swarms of madmen, pushing forth to jump into the abyss - to waste their lives - for her. And every day the scaffolds heave to hang the new - and newer - martyrs for her cause. Black day that England ever welcomed her.

We have to just keep living. We'll keep going. Uncle Johnny? You and me will keep going - through the long procession of days and endless evenings, through how much it hurts, through the pain that we endure, and we will work everyday to make someone else rich and finally we'll collapse into old age, and, when the time comes, drop into our graves with the sad knowledge we would always end up there.