All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago
What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.
Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.
Adam was a gardener, and God, who made him, sees that half of all good gardening is done upon the knees.
There's no jealousy in the grave.
If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!