All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.

And that after this is accomplished, and the brave new world begins, when all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins.

One cannot resist the lure of Africa.

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

As the dawn comes up like thunder.

War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But 'twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.

'E's all'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An''e's generally shammin' when'e's dead.