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

If you can meet success and failure and treat them both as impostors, then you are a balanced man, my son.

All the people like us are we, and everyone else is They.

Delight in the little things.

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too;!

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! If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine! If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!