Every woman knows all about everything.

If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

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

They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods

When your Daemon is in charge, do not try to think consciously. Drift, wait, and obey.

Both triumph and disaster are impostors.