No one accuses the Gunner of maudlin affection for anything except his beasts and his weapons. He hasn't the time. He serves at least three jealous gods—his horse and all its saddlery and harness; his gun, whose least detail of efficiency is more important than men's lives; and, when these have been attended to, the never-ending mystery of his art commands him.

He became an officer and a gentleman, which is an enviable thing.

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

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!

Every woman knows all about everything.

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

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.