“All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago”

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. The world will be yours and everything in it, what’s more, you’ll be a man, my son.

An ounce of mother is worth a pound of clergy.

The world is very lovely, and it’s very horrible–and it doesn’t care about your life or mine or anything else.

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears, and so preparing the way for you later on. Sisters are women first, and sisters afterwards; and you will find that you do yourself harm.

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.

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.

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.