One cannot resist the lure of Africa.
Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.
All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!
This is Burma, and it will be quite unlike any land you know about.
I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.
These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.