Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.

Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!

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!

Four things greater than all things are Women and horses and power and War.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

This is Burma, and it will be quite unlike any land you know about.

An angry skipper makes an unhappy crew.