“All things considered, there are only two kinds of men in the world: those that stay at home and those that do not.”

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.

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.

With every new sunset, the sun fears that the waves might stop paying homage to it at night.

Language is the only homeland.

I keep stacks of Autobiography of a Yogi around the house, and I give it out constantly to people. When people need ‘regrooving,’ I say read this, because it cuts to the heart of every religion.

If a builder builds a house and the house falls and kills some one in the house the owners may kill the builder.

All my houses are isolated. Many is the time I just stay home alone.

And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.

Books are not made for furniture, but there is nothing else that so beautifully furnishes a house.

The comfort of home fills me when you take my hand- wherever we go.