I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!

This is Burma, and it will be quite unlike any land you know about.

As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race... and the hearts of the meanest were humbled.

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!

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.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.