This is Burma, and it will be quite unlike any land you know about.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.

Nations have passed away and left no traces, And history gives the naked cause of it - One single simple reason in all cases; They fell because their peoples were not fit.

Let all who build beware The load, the shock, the pressure Material can bear. So, when the buckled girder Lets down the grinding span, The blame of loss, or murder, Is laid upon the man. Not on the Stuff - the Man!

This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.

No one as yet has approached the management of New York in a proper spirit; that is to say, regarding it as the shiftless outcome of squalid barbarism and reckless extravagance. No one is likely to do so, because reflections on the long narrow pig-trough are construed as malevolent attacks against the spirit and majesty of the American people, and lead to angry comparisons.