Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

I wasted my substance, I know I did, on riotous living, so I did, but there's nothing on record to show I did more than my betters have done.

Not only do words infect, egotize, narcotize, and paralyze, but they enter into and colour the minutest cells of the brain. . . .

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

Now India is a place beyond all others where one must not take things too seriously—the midday sun always excepted.

He who can reach a child's heart can reach the worlds heart.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master.