Daughter am I in my mother's house, but mistress in my own.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.

They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

Gardens are not made by singing 'Oh, how beautiful,' and sitting in the shade.

After violent emotion most people and all boys demand food.

Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.

He who can reach a child's heart can reach the worlds heart.