We have done with Hope and Honour. we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung; And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth. God help us, for we knew the worst too young!

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

You perceive, do you not, that our national fairy tales reflect the inmost desires of the Briton and the Gaul?

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

This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.