Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.

Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.

We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

No one accuses the Gunner of maudlin affection for anything except his beasts and his weapons. He hasn't the time. He serves at least three jealous gods—his horse and all its saddlery and harness; his gun, whose least detail of efficiency is more important than men's lives; and, when these have been attended to, the never-ending mystery of his art commands him.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same.