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 the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art….

Still stands thine ancient sacrifice - An humble and a contrite heart..

I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth..

Any fool can waste, any fool can muddle, but it takes something of a man to save, and the more he saves the more of a man does it make of him..

Tis beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just IT. Some women will stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street..

And the talk slid north, and the talk slid south With the sliding puffs from the hookah-mouth; Four things greater than all things are Women and Hors….

For the female of the species is more deadly than the male. A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty. Take my word for it, the si….

In the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper..

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

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’ mi….

For the sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one..

At twenty the things for which one does not care a damn should, properly, be many..

No printed word, nor spoken plea can teach young minds what they should be. Not all the books on all the shelves - but what the teachers are themselv….

He became an officer and a gentleman, which is an enviable thing..

The jungle speaks to me because I know how to listen..

There are few things sweeter in this world than the guileless, hotheaded, intemperate, open admiration of a junior. Even a woman in her blindest devo….

When the Hymalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside. But the she-bear thus accosted,….

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget!.

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

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity..