When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

They are fools who kiss and tell'-- Wisely has the poet sung. Man may hold all sorts of posts If he'll only hold his tongue.

...he will be our friend for always and always and always.

When a crew and a captain understand each other to the core, it takes a gale, and more than a gale, to put their ship ashore.

None of the Jungle People like being disturbed.

The toad beneath the harrow knows Exactly where each tooth point goes.

Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures, I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours: In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all, That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.