Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

The world is very lovely, and it's very horrible--and it doesn't care about your life or mine or anything else.

Each dog barks in his own yard!

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

Meddling with another man's folly is always thankless work.

Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.