The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.

As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn, The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!

If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!

One can't prescribe books, even the best books, to people unless one knows a good deal about each individual person.

When man has come to the Turnstiles of Night, all the creeds in the world seem to him wonderfully alike and colorless.

One learns more from a good scholar in a rage than from a score of lucid and laborious drudges.