...he will be our friend for always and always and always.

On the road to Mandalay, Where the flyin'-fishes play, An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer; China 'crost the Bay!

Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent.

Four things greater than all things are Women and horses and power and War.

When young lips have drunk deep of the bitter waters of hate, suspicion and despair, all the love in the world will not wholly take away that knowledge. Though it may turn darkened eyes for a while to the light, and teach faith where no faith was.

Good Lord! who can account for the fathomless folly of the public?

Teach us delight in simple things, and mirth that has no bitter springs.