“All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!”

There is no sin greater than ignorance.

Never look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.

Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.

If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting if you can dream, and not make dreams your master; if you can think, and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same; yours is the earth and everything that’s in it.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Follow the dream, and always the dream, and only the dream.

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbours.

A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition.

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.

Politics are not my concern. They impressed me as a dog’s life without a dog’s decencies.

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

A Time For Prayer “In times of war and not before, God and the soldier we adore. But in times of peace and all things righted, God is forgotten and the soldier slighted.” -Rudyard Kipling

The pursuit of peace and progress cannot end in a few years in either victory or defeat.

“Toward what end, toward what end?”- but do not ask it too often lest you pass up the fun of programming for the constipation of bittersweet philosophy.

The Communist bloc of old was a study in the failure of failure. Losers in the Soviet economy were the people at the end of the long lines for consumer goods. Worse losers were the people who had spent hours getting to the head of the line, only to be told that the goods were unavailable.

It was a real education, going right from the consumer end to the record factory.

The end of the First World War had thrown Germany’s youth into great turmoil. The reins of power had fallen from the hands of a deeply disillusioned older generation, and the younger ones drew together in larger and smaller groups to blaze new paths or, at least, to discover a new star to steer by.

Clean fighting solves everything. It ends all bad blood and any ill feelings people have. That’s my thoughts.

I certainly would not like to end up in a tie-up with Ms. Rousey.

Everything I’ve been thinking, every vision, even down to every shot I throw, it just ends up here in reality.