When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.
Rudyard KiplingI had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera - the Panther - and no man's plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan.
Rudyard Kipling