For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

There are nine-and-sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, And every single one of them is right.

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

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

I always prefer to believe the best of everybody, it saves so much trouble.

Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a nice dry Cave, instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in; and she strewed clean sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire of wood at the back of the Cave; and she hung a dried wild-horse skin, tail down, across the opening of the Cave; and she said, 'Wipe your feet, dear, when you come in, and now we'll keep house.

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.