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.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen.

I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera - the Panther - and no man's plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan.

Take up the White Man's burden -- send forth the best ye breed -- go, bind your sons to exile to serve your captives need.