The sound of Mistress Affery cautiously chaining the door before she opened it, caused them both to look that way.

I hope that my philosopher may yet walk on the hills with me, if only for the sake of the love I bear the green valleys; and when I see the great stream passing silently from translucent pool to pool, overhung by rowans and sun-warmed rocks, I shall be glad to think that I have walked on the heights where it was gathered and drawn, and that I have heard it talk hoarsely to itself, cold and uncomforted, among the bleak and dripping stones.

Labor and you build castles in the air. Vote Conservative and you can live in them.

You can count on him to ham it up for the camera.