Author: Jeffrey Archer

Cites

• William Shakespeare (1)
  • IN: And Thereby Hangs a Tale (2010) Fiction, Short Stories, British
    EPIGRAPH: Grumio: First, know my horse is tired, my master and mistress fallen out. / Curtis: How? / Grumio: Out of their saddles into the dirt, and thereby hangs a tale. / Curtis: Let's ha't, good Grumio.
    FROM: The Taming of the Shrew, (1594), Play, UK
• Edward Bulwer-Lytton (1)
  • IN: Mightier than the Sword (2015) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than the sword
    FROM: Richelieu, (1839), Play, UK
• Henry Clifton (1)
  • IN: The Sins of the Father (2012) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: For I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, and visit the sins of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation…
    FROM: Book of Common Prayer, (None), Book, NULL
• Rudyard Kipling (1)
  • IN: Purgatory (2000) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it’s worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend On what the world sees in you, But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend With the whole round world agin you. Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show Will settle the finding for ‘ee Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ‘em go By your looks, or your acts, or your glory. But if he finds you and you find him, The rest of the world don’t matter; For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim With you in any water. You can use his purse with no more talk Than he uses yours for his spendings. And laugh and meet in your daily walk As though there had been no lendings. Nine hundred and ninety-nine of ‘em call For silver and gold in their dealings; But the Thousandth Man he’s worth ‘em all, Because you can show him your feelings. His wrong’s your wrong, and his right’s your right, In season or out of season. Stand up and back it in all men’s sight - With that for your only reason! Nine hundred and ninety-nine can’t bide The shame or mocking or laughter, But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side To the gallows-foot – and after!
    FROM: The Thousandth Man, (1910), Poem, England/ India
• Thomas Gray (1)
  • IN: Paths Of Glory (2009) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave, Awaits alike th’ inevitable hour: The paths of glory lead but to the grave.
    FROM: Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, (1751), Poem, UK
• William Ernest Henley (1)
  • IN: Hell (2002) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced or cried aloud; Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade. And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find me, unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
    FROM: Invictus, (1888), Poem, UK