“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 go to your god like a soldier.”

I keep six honest serving men (they taught me all i knew); Theirs names are What and Why and When And How And Where and Who.

At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

A brave heart and a courteous tongue. They shall carry thee far through the jungle, Manling.

War is an ill thing, as I surely know. But ‘twould be an ill world for weaponless dreamers if evil men were not now and then slain.

Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.

There is no sin so great as ignorance. Remember this.

There’s no jealousy in the grave.

Be slow to judge for we know little of what has been done and nothing of what has been resisted.

Humble because of knowledge; mighty by sacrifice.

I’ve just read that I am dead. Don’t forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

Believe the best of everybody.

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

Keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you.

What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.

We’re all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

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