Your new-caught, sullen peoples, / Half-devil and half child.

The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e began. But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!

There's no jealousy in the grave.

And what should they know of England who only England know?

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.

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