We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.
Like the destroyer, the submarine has created its own type of officer and man with language and traditions apart from the rest of the service, and yet at the heart unchangingly of the Service.
Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.
There is no sin greater than ignorance.
Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die.
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey Widow-maker?
I’ve a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star, Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!
What is the moral? Who rides may read.
Meddling with another man’s folly is always thankless work.
You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.
Youth had been a habit of hers for so long that she could not part with it.
Now, don’t be angry after you’ve been afraid. That’s the worst kind of cowardice.
We be of one blood, ye and I.
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. – The Thousandth Man.
A Time For Prayer “In times of war and not before, God and the soldier we adore. But in times of peace and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.” -Rudyard Kipling.
The motto of all the mongoose family is, “Run and find out,” and Rikki-tikki was a true mongoose.
The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible – and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.
A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.
If you hit a pony over the nose at the outset of your acquaintance, he may not love you but he will take a deep interest in your movements ever afterwards.