Oh East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet.

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

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves - but what the teachers are themselves.

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.