You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.

A people always ends by resembling its shadow.

As the dawn comes up like thunder.

For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, they arrive at their conclusions, largely inarticulate. Being void of self-expression they confide their views to none; but sometimes in a smoking room, one learns why things were done.

One can't prescribe books, even the best books, to people unless one knows a good deal about each individual person.

Fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run.

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