We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.

A thin grey fog hung over the city, and the streets were very cold; for summer was in England.

If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.

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