I have eaten your bread and salt. I have drunk your water and wine. The deaths ye died I have watched beside And the lives ye led were mine.
However the world pretends to divide itself, there are only two divisions in the world today – human beings and Germans.
There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.
The American does not drink at meals as a sensible man should. Indeed, he has no meals. He stuffs for ten minutes thrice a day.
And the end of the fight is tombstone white with the name of the late deceased, and the epitaph drear, “A Fool lies here who tried to hustle the East.”
But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, we will work for ourself and a woman, forever and ever, Amen.
Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.
But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.
In the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper.
What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.
I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.
The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities.
Ah! What avails the classic bent And what the cultured word, Against the undoctored incident That actually occurred? And what is Art whereto we press Through paint and prose and rhyme- When Nature in her nakedness Defeats us every time?
Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It’s just IT. Some women will stay in a man’s memory if they once walked down a street.
If you give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves ‘It’s pretty, but is it Art?’
Often and often afterwards, the beloved Aunt would ask me why I had never told anyone how I was being treated. Children tell little more than animals, for what comes to them they accept as eternally established.
Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.
A man’s mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.