If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.

On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!

It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening.

Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?

The tumalt and shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart. Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heat. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.

Not getting what you want either means you don't want it enough, or you have been dealing too long with the price you have to pay.

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.