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

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

Englishmen are not usually softened by appeals to the memory of their mothers.

We have done with Hope and Honour. we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

He became an officer and a gentleman, which is an enviable thing.

Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.