If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.

I have my own matches and sulphur, and I'll make my own hell.

I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.

I have seen something of this world," she said over the trays, "and there are but two sorts of women in it-- those who take the strength out of a man, and those who put it back. Once I was that one, and now I am this.

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.