Who has smelled the woodsmoke at twilight, who has seen the campfire burning, who is quick to read the noises of the night?

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

I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!

If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting ... if you can dream, and not make dreams your master; if you can think, and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same; ... yours is the earth and everything that's in it...

There is no harm in a man's cub.

There's no jealousy in the grave.

In the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper.