On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!

One half of my head, from the top of my skull to the cleft of my jaw, hammers, bangs, sizzles while the other half, serene and content, looks on at the agony next door.

All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.

If you want something and don't get it, there are only two reasons. You either really didn't want it, or you tried to bargain over the price.

If you give someone more than they can do, they will do it. If you give them only what they can do, they will do nothing.

When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge. Though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach faith where no faith was.