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.

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

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

Yet there be certain times in a young man’s life, when, through great sorrow or sin, all the boy in him is burnt and seared away so that he passes at one step to the more sorrowful state of manhood