I keep six honest serving men.

A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

A people always ends by resembling its shadow.

Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.