The sergeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love making.

Satisfy yourself beyond all doubt that you are qualified for the course to which you now aspire.....and try to achieve something in your own land before you venture on a strange one.

I have a heart to be stabbed in or shot in, I have no doubt, and, of course, if it ceased to beat, I would cease to be. But you know what I mean. I have no softness there, no—sympathy—sentiment—nonsense.

... Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!

Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?

The world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humour.

I had considered how the things that never happen, are often as much realities to us, in their effects, as those that are accomplished.