All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

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

All the money in the world is no use to a man or his country if he spends it as fast as he makes it. All he has left is his bills and the reputation for being a fool.

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

He will kill mice and he will be kind to babies...but when the moon gets up and the night comes, he is the Cat that Walks by Himself.

I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth.