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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?'

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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?'

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Be Slow To Judge For We Know Little Of What Has Been Done And Nothing Of What Has Been Resisted.

Go Softly By That River Side Or When You Would Depart, You'll Find Its Every Winding Tied; And Knotted Round Your Heart.

I Worked Like A Horse And I Ate Like A Hog And I Slept Like A Dead Man.

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' Mine!

They Will Come Back, Come Back Again, As Long As The Red Earth Rolls. He Never Wasted A Leaf Or A Tree. Do You Think He Would Squander Souls?

Politics Are Not My Concern.... They Impressed Me As A Dog's Life Without A Dog's Decencies.

He Wrapped Himself In Quotations - As A Beggar Would Enfold Himself In The Purple Of Emperors.

Single Men In Barricks Don't Grow Into Plaster Saints.

Never Look Backwards Or You'll Fall Down The Stairs.

You May Talk O' Gin And Beer When You're Quartered Safe Out 'ere, An' You're Sent To Penny-fights An' Aldershot It; But When It Comes To Slaughter You Will Do Your Work On Water, An' You'll Lick The Bloomin' Boots Of 'im That's Got It.

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It, An' Now I Must Pay For My Fun, For The More You 'ave Known O' The Others The Less Will You Settle To One.

Hear And Attend And Listen; For This Is What Befell And Be-happened And Became And Was, O My Best Beloved, When The Tame Animals Were Wild. The Dog Was Wild, And The Horse Was Wild, And The Cow Was Wild, And The Sheep Was Wild, And The Pig Was Wild -as Wild As Wild Could Be - And They Walked In The Wet Wild Woods By Their Wild Lones. But The Wildest Of All The Wild Animals Was The Cat. He Walked By Himself And All Places Were Alike To Him

A People Always Ends By Resembling Its Shadow.

If England Was What England Seems, An Not The England Of Our Dreams, But Only Putty, Brass, An' Paint, 'ow Quick We'd Chuck 'er! But She Ain't!

There Are Gems Of Wondrous Brightness Ofttimes Lying At Our Feet, And We Pass Them, Walking Thoughtless, Down The Busy, Crowded Street. If We Knew, Our Pace Would Slacken, We Would Step More Oft With Care, Lest Our Careless Feet Be Treading To The Earth Some Jewel Rare.

If You Do Not Get What You Want, It Is A Sure Sign That You Did Not Seriously Want It.

If You Can Meet With Triumph And Disaster And Treat Those Two Impostors Just The Same.

Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Set Us To Work Anew.

Teach Us Delight In Simple Things, And Mirth That Has No Bitter Springs.

Our England Is A Garden, And Such Gardens Are Not Made By Singing 'oh How Wonderful' And Sitting In The Shade, While Better Men Than We Go Out, And Start Their Working Lives By Grubbing Weeds From Garden Paths With Broken Dinner Knives.

Four Things Greater Than All Things Are Women And Horses And Power And War.

I Am By Nature A Dealer In Words, And Words Are The Most Powerful Drug Known To Humanity.

All Sensible Men Are Of The Same Religion, But No Sensible Man Ever Tells.

The Motto Of All The Mongoose Family Is, "run And Find Out," And Rikki-tikki Was A True Mongoose.

Twenty Bridges From Tower To Kew — (twenty Bridges Or Twenty Two) — Wanted To Know What The River Knew, For They Were Young, And The Thames Was Old And This Is The Tale That River Told.

God Help Us For We Knew The Worst Too Young.

There Is No Sin Greater Than Ignorance.

A Tale From Which Pieces Have Been Raked Out Is Like A Fire That Has Been Poked. One Does Not Know The Operation Has Been Performed, But Everyone Feels The Effect.

I Am The Cat Who Walks By Himself, And All Places Are Alike To Me.

Brother, Thy Tail Hangs Down Behind.

Body And Spirit I Surrendered Whole To Harsh Instructors And Received A Soul... If Mortal Man Could Change Me Through And Through From All I Was What May The God Not Do?

They Shut The Road Through The Woods Seventy Years Ago. Weather And Rain Have Undone It Again, And Now You Would Never Know There Was Once A Road Through The Woods

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.

For The Sin They Do By Two And Two They Must Pay For One By One.

If You Can Meet Success And Failure And Treat Them Both As Impostors, Then You Are A Balanced Man, My Son.

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Ship Me Somewhere East Of Suez, Where The Best Is Like The Worst, Where There Aren't No Ten Commandments An' A Man Can Raisea Thirst.

As Surely As Water Will Wet Us, As Surely As Fire Will Burn, The Gods Of The Copybook Headings With Terror And Slaughter Return!

Smells Are Surer Than Sounds Or Sights To Make Your Heartstrings Crack.

Take Up The White Man's Burden -- Send Forth The Best Ye Breed -- Go, Bind Your Sons To Exile To Serve Your Captives Need.

Fill The Unforgiving Minute With Sixty Seconds Worth Of Distance Run.

Many Wear The Robes, But Few Walk The Way." The Lama In Kim

And When Your Back Stops Aching And Your Hands Begin To Harden, You Will Find Yourself A Partner In The Glory Of The Garden.

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.

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.

Oh, Adam Was A Gardener, And God Who Made Him Sees That Half A Proper Gardener's Work Is Done Upon His Knees, So When Your Work Is Finished, You Can Wash Your Hands And Pray For The Glory Of The Garden, That It May Not Pass Away!

There Is No Sin So Great As Ignorance. Remember This.

An Ounce Of Mother Is Worth A Pound Of Clergy.

They Are Fools Who Kiss And Tell'-- Wisely Has The Poet Sung. Man May Hold All Sorts Of Posts If He'll Only Hold His Tongue.

You Must Learn To Forgive A Man When He's In Love. He's Always A Nuisance.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition

A Woman Is Only A Woman, But A Good Cigar Is A Smoke.

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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.

There's No Jealousy In The Grave.

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

If A Man Brings A Good Mind To What He Reads He May Become, As It Were, The Spiritual Descendant To Some Extent Of Great Men, And This Link, This Spiritual Hereditary Tie, May Help To Just Kick The Beam In The Right Direction At A Vital Crisis; Or May Keep Him From Drifting Through The Long Slack Times When, So To Speak, We Are Only Fielding And No Balls Are Coming Our Way.

We're All Islands Shouting Lies To Each Other Across Seas Of Misunderstanding.

The Toad Beneath The Harrow Knows Exactly Where Each Tooth Point Goes.

Our Hearts Where They Rocked Our Cradle, Our Love Where We Spent Our Toil, And Our Faith, And Our Hope, And Our Honor, We Pledge To Our Native Soil. God Gave All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Our Hearts Are Small, Ordained For Each One Spot Should Prove Beloved Over All.

Gentleman-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity.

We Are The Opening Verse Of The Opening Page Of The Chapter Of Endless Possibilities.

There Aren't Twelve-hundred People In The World Who Understand Pictures. The Others Pretend And Don't Care.

Come You Back, You British Soldier; Come You Back To Mandalay!

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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!

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

He Who Faces No Calamity Gains No Courage.

For It's "guns This" And "guns That," And "chuck 'em Out, The Brutes," But They're The "savior Of Our Loved Ones" When The Thugs Begin To Loot.

He Travels The Fastest Who Travels Alone.

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As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.

Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice - An Humble And A Contrite Heart.

The First Condition Of Understanding A Foreign Country Is To Smell It.

I Have Struck A City - A Real City - And They Call It Chicago... I Urgently Desire Never To See It Again. It Is Inhabited By Savages.

If Any Question Why We Died Tell Them Because Our Father's Lied.

You Perceive, Do You Not, That Our National Fairy Tales Reflect The Inmost Desires Of The Briton And The Gaul?

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If The Aunt Of The Vicar Has Never Touched Liquor, Watch Out When She Finds The Champagne.

It's Clever, But Is It Art?

More Men Are Killed By Overwork Than The Importance Of The World Justifies.

I Have My Own Matches And Sulphur, And I'll Make My Own Hell.

Delight In The Little Things.

I Always Prefer To Believe The Best Of Everybody, It Saves So Much Trouble.

A Boy Of To-day Is Affected By Every Change Of Tone And Gust Of Opinion, So That He Lies Even When He Desires To Speak The Truth.

Never Praise A Sister To A Sister, In The Hope Of Your Compliments Reaching The Proper Ears.

The Jungle Speaks To Me Because I Know How To Listen.

It Thrilled Through Him When He First Felt The Keel Answer To His Hand On The Spokes And Slide Over The Long Hollows As The Foresail Scythed Back And Forth Against The Blue Sky.

We Never Pay Anyone Dane-geld, No Matter How Trifling The Cost; For The End Of That Game Is Oppression And Shame, And The Nation That Plays It Is Lost!

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 Horses And Power And War.

I Never Made A Mistake In My Life; At Least, Never One That I Couldn't Explain Away Afterwards.

And That Is Called Paying The Dane-geld; But We've Proved It Again And Again, That If Once You Have Paid Him The Dane-geld You Never Get Rid Of The Dane.

Again And Again

The White Moth To The Closing Vine, The Bee To The Open Clover, And The Gypsy Blood To The Gypsy Blood Ever The Wide World Over.

It Was The Forty-fathom Slumber That Clears The Soul And Eye And Heart, And Sends You To Breakfast Ravening. They Emptied A Big Tin Dish Of Juicy Fragments Of Fish- The Blood-ends The Cook Had Collected Overnight. They Cleaned Up The Plates And Pans Of The Elder Mess, Who Were Out Fishing, Sliced Pork For The Midday Meal, Swabbed Down The Foc'sle, Filled The Lamps, Drew Coal And Water For The Cook, An Investigated The Fore-hold, Where The Boat's Stores Were Stacked. It Was Another Perfect Day - Soft, Mild And Clear; And Harvey Breathed To The Very Bottom Of His Lungs.

Of All The Liars In The World, Sometimes The Worst Are Our Own Fears.

I've Just Read That I Am Dead. Don't Forget To Delete Me From Your List Of Subscribers.

Now, Don't Be Angry After You've Been Afraid. That's The Worst Kind Of Cowardice.

Those Who Only Know England Know Not England.

Favouritism Governed Kissage, Even As It Does In This Age.

San Francisco Has Only One Drawback—‘tis Hard To Leave.

Let It Be Clearly Understood That The Russian Is A Delightful Person Till He Tucks In His Shirt. As An Oriental He Is Charming. It Is Only When He Insists On Being Treated As The Most Easterly Of Western Peoples Instead Of The Most Westerly Of Easterns That He Becomes A Racial Anomaly Extremely Difficult To Handle.

Most Amusements Only Mean Trying To Win Another Person's Money.

Of Course The Man Was Wild Too. He Was Dreadfully Wild. He Didn't Even Begin To Be Tame Till He Met The Woman, And She Told Him That She Did Not Like Living In His Wild Ways. She Picked Out A Nice Dry Cave, Instead Of A Heap Of Wet Leaves, To Lie Down In; And She Strewed Clean Sand On The Floor; And She Lit A Nice Fire Of Wood At The Back Of The Cave; And She Hung A Dried Wild-horse Skin, Tail Down, Across The Opening Of The Cave; And She Said, 'wipe Your Feet, Dear, When You Come In, And Now We'll Keep House.

Borrow Trouble For Yourself, If That's Your Nature, But Don't Lend It To Your Neighbours.

Something I Owe To The Soil That Grew-more To The Life That Fed-but Most To Allah Who Gave Me Two Separate Sides Of My Head. I Would Go Without Shirt Or Shoes, Friends, Tobacco, Or Bread Sooner Than For An Instant Lose Either Side Of My Head.

In The Carboniferous Epoch We Were Promised Abundance For All, By Robbing Selected Peter To Pay For Collective Paul; But, Though We Had Plenty Of Money, There Was Nothing Our Money Could Buy, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: 'if You Don't Work You Die.'

If You Hit A Pony Over The Nose At The Outset Of Your Acquaintance, He May Not Love You But He Will Take A Deep Interest In Your Movements Ever Afterwards

One Half Of My Head, From The Top Of My Skull To The Cleft Of My Jaw, Hammers, Bangs, Sizzles While The Other Half, Serene And Content, Looks On At The Agony Next Door.

A Man's Mind Is Wont To Tell Him More Than Seven Watchmen Sitting In A Tower.

All The Money In The World Is No Use To A Man Or His Country If He Spends It As Fast As He Makes It. All He Has Left Is His Bills And The Reputation For Being A Fool.

Too Much Work And Too Much Energy Kill A Man Just As Effectively As Too Much Assorted Vice Or Too Much Drink.

This Is Burma, And It Will Be Quite Unlike Any Land You Know About.

Shere Khan, The Big One, Has Shifted His Hunting Grounds. He Will Hunt Among These Hills For The Next Moon, So He Has Told Me.

Let All Who Build Beware The Load, The Shock, The Pressure Material Can Bear. So, When The Buckled Girder Lets Down The Grinding Span, The Blame Of Loss, Or Murder, Is Laid Upon The Man. Not On The Stuff - The Man!

Each Dog Barks In His Own Yard!

For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

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.

It'is Like A Book, I Think, This Bloomin' World.

The Navy Is Very Old And Very Wise.

Everyone Is More Or Less Mad On One Point.

When The Man Waked Up He Said, 'what Is Wild Dog Doing Here?' And The Woman Said, 'his Name Is Not Wild Dog Any More, But The First Friend, Because He Will Be Our Friend For Always And Always And Always.'

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.

The Glory Of The Garden Lies In More Than Meets The Eye.

Men, Not Children Or Servants, Tempered And Taught To The End; Cleansed Of Servile Panic, Slow To Dread Or Despise, Humble Because Of Knowledge, Mighty By Sacrifice.

Doctors Have Been Exposed-you Always Will Be Exposed-to The Attacks Of Those Persons Who Consider Their Own Undisciplined Emotions More Important Than The World's Most Bitter Agonies-the People Who Would Limit And Cripple And Hamper Research Because They Fear Research May Be Accompanied By A Little Pain And Suffering.

And Some Can Pot Begonias And Some Can Bud A Rose, And Some Are Hardly Fit To Trust With Anything That Grows.

A Thin Grey Fog Hung Over The City, And The Streets Were Very Cold; For Summer Was In England.

When The Cambrian Measures Were Forming, They Promised Perpetual Peace. They Swore, If We Gave Them Our Weapons, That The Wars Of The Tribes Would Cease. But When We Disarmed They Sold Us, And Delivered Us, Bound, To Our Foe, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings Said: "stick To The Devil You Know."

Cat Said, 'i Am Not A Friend, And I Am Not A Servant. I Am The Cat Who Walks By Himself, And I Wish To Come Into Your Cave.'

Small Miseries, Like Small Debts, Hit Us In So Many Places, And Meet Us At So Many Turns And Corners, That What They Want In Weight, They Make Up In Number, And Render It Less Hazardous To Stand The Fire Of One Cannon Ball, Than A Volley Composed Of Such A Shower Of Bullets.

One Learns More From A Good Scholar In A Rage Than From A Score Of Lucid And Laborious Drudges.

Now India Is A Place Beyond All Others Where One Must Not Take Things Too Seriously—the Midday Sun Always Excepted.

Take Everything You Like Seriously, Except Yourselves.

God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore He Made Mothers.

The Cat Will Keep His Side Of The Bargain. He Will Kill Mice, And He Will Be Kind To Babies When He Is In The House, Just So Long As They Do Not Pull His Tail Too Hard. But When He Has Done That, And Between Times, And When The Moon Gets Up And Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself, And All Places Are Alike To Him. Then He Goes Out To The Wet Wild Woods Or Up On The Wet Wild Trees Or On The Wet Wild Roofs, Waving His Wild Tail And Walking By His Wild Lone.

Satan Himself Can't Save A Woman Who Wears Thirty-shilling Corsets Under A Thirty-guinea Costume.

I Had Never Seen The Jungle. They Fed Me Behind Bars From An Iron Pan Till One Night I Felt That I Was Bagheera - The Panther - And No Man's Plaything, And I Broke The Silly Lock With One Blow Of My Paw And Came Away; And Because I Had Learned The Ways Of Men, I Became More Terrible In The Jungle Than Shere Khan.

Every Woman Knows All About Everything.

Though Our Smoke May Hide The Heavens From Your Eyes, It Will Vanish And The Stars Will Shine Again, Because, For All Our Power And Weight And Size, We Are Nothing More Than Children Of Your Brain!

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!

Daughter Am I In My Mother's House, But Mistress In My Own.

The Tumalt And Shouting Dies, The Captains And The Kings Depart. Still Stands Thine Ancient Sacrifice, An Humble And A Contrite Heat. Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget, Lest We Forget.

We Had A Kettle; We Let It Leak: Our Not Repairing Made It Worse. We Haven't Had Any Tea For A Week... The Bottom Is Out Of The Universe.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race... And The Hearts Of The Meanest Were Humbled.

What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies Of England Live?

No Doubt But Ye Are The People - Absolute, Strong And Wise; Whatever Your Hear Has Desired Ye Have Not Withheld From Your Eyes. On Your Own Heads, In Your Own Hands, The Sin And The Saving Lies!

Your New-caught, Sullen Peoples, / Half-devil And Half Child.

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

Savings Represent Much More Than Mere Money Value. They Are The Proof That The Saver Is Worth Something In Himself. Any Fool Can Waste; Any Fool Can Muddle; But It Takes Something More Of A Man To Save And The More He Saves The More Of A Man He Makes Of Himself. Waste And Extravagance Unsettle A Man's Mind For Every Crisis; Thrift, Which Means Some Form Of Self-restraint, Steadies It.

Sing, For Faith And Hope Are High- None So True As You And I- Sing The Lovers' Litany: "love Like Ours Can Never Die!"

We Have Done With Hope And Honour. We Are Lost To Love And Truth, We Are Dropping Down The Ladder Rung By Rung; And The Measure Of Our Torment Is The Measure Of Our Youth. God Help Us, For We Knew The Worst Too Young!

Now This Is The Law Of The Jungle -- As Old And As True As The Sky; And The Wolf That Shall Keep It May Prosper, But The Wolf That Shall Break It Must Die. As The Creeper That Girdles The Tree-trunk The Law Runneth Forward And Back -- For The Strength Of The Pack Is The Wolf, And The Strength Of The Wolf Is The Pack.

All Things Considered, There Are Only Two Kinds Of Men In The World: Those That Stay At Home And Those That Do Not.

If I Were Dammed Of Body And Soul, I Know Whose Prayers Would Make Me Whole, Mother O' Mine O Mother O' Mine.

There Is Sorrow Enough In The Natural Way From Men And Woman To Fill Our Day; But When We Are Certain Of Sorrow In Store, Why Do We Always Arrange For More? Brothers & Sisters, I Bid You Beware Of Giving Your Heart To A Dog To Tear.

I Have Seen Something Of This World," She Said Over The Trays, "and There Are But Two Sorts Of Women In It-- Those Who Take The Strength Out Of A Man, And Those Who Put It Back. Once I Was That One, And Now I Am This.

What Is The Moral? Who Rides May Read.

Follow The Dream, And Always The Dream, And Only The Dream.

I Will Remember What I Was, I Am Sick Of Rope And Chains - I Will Remember My Old Strength And All My Forest Affairs. I Will Not Sell My Back To Man For A Bundle Of Sugar Cane; I Will Go Out To My Own Kind, And The Wood-folk In Their Lairs. I Will Go Out Until The Day, Until The Morning Break - Out To The Wind's Untainted Kiss, The Water's Clean Caress; I Will Forget My Ankle-ring And Snap My Picket Stake. I Will Revisit My Lost Love And Playmates Masterless!

Enough Work To Do, And Strength Enough To Do The Work.

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 Silliest Woman Can Manage A Clever Man; But It Takes A Very Clever Woman To Manage A Fool. I Never Made A Mistake In My Life; At Least, Never One That I Couldn't Explain Away Afterwards

Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A Bad Wife.

Of All The Trees That Grow So Fair Old England To Adorn, Greater Are None Beneath The Sun Than Oak, And Ash And Thorn.

If You Can Think–and Not Make Thoughts Your Aim.

Thoughts In Your Head

Politicians. Little Tin Gods On Wheels.

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...

After Violent Emotion Most People And All Boys Demand Food.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep

At Twenty The Things For Which One Does Not Care A Damn Should, Properly, Be Many.

Keep Your Head When All About You Are Losing Theirs And Blaming It On You.

Oh East Is East And West Is West And Never The Twain Shall Meet.

I've Taken My Fun Where I've Found It.

No One Thinks Of Winter When The Grass Is Green.

God Gives All Men All Earth To Love, But Since Man's Heart Is Small, Ordains For Each One Spot Shall Prove Belov?d Over All.

Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man In Love.

The Masterless Man . . . Afflicted With The Magic Of The Necessary Words. . . . Words That May Become Alive And Walk Up And Down In The Hearts Of The Hearers.

We're Poor Little Lambs Who've Lost Our Way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're Little Black Sheep Who've Gone Astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity, God Ha' Mercy On Such As We, Baa! Yah! Bah!

And No One Shall Work For Money, And No One Shall Work For Fame, But Each For The Joy Of The Working, And Each, In His Separate Star, Shall Draw The Thing As He Sees It For The God Of Things As They Are!

What Is A Woman That You Forsake Her, And The Hearth-fire And The Home-acre, To Go With The Old Grey Widow-maker?

The Beasts Are Very Wise, Their Mouths Are Clean Of Lies, They Talk One To The Other, Bullock To Bullock Brothers Resting After Their Labors, Each In Stall With His Neighbors, But Man With Goad And Whip, Breaks Up Their Fellowship, Shouts In Their Silky Ears Filling Their Soul With Fears. When He Has Plowed The Land, He Says: "they Understand." But The Beasts In Stall Together, Freed From The Yoke And Tether, Say As The Torn Flank Smoke: "nay, 'twas The Whip That Spoke."

For The Female Of The Species Is More Deadly Than The Male.

Not Getting What You Want Either Means You Don't Want It Enough, Or You Have Been Dealing Too Long With The Price You Have To Pay.

Many Religious People Are Deeply Suspicious. They Seem, For Purely Religious Purposes, Of Course, To Know More About Iniquity Than The Unregenerate.

Hear And Attend And Listen; For This Befell And Behappened And Became And Was: O My Best Beloved, When The Tame Animals Were Wild.

Englishmen Are Not Usually Softened By Appeals To The Memory Of Their Mothers.

Buy A Pup And Your Money Will Buy Love Unflinching That Cannot Lie.

There's A Legion That Never Was 'listed, That Carries No Colours Or Crest, But, Split In A Thousand Detachments, Is Breaking The Road For The Rest.

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

I Have No Gift Of Words, But I Speak The Truth.

Speak The Truth

I Speak The Truth

There Is No Harm In A Man's Cub.

It Is Always A Temptation To A Rich And Lazy Nation, To Puff And Look Important And To Say:- 'though We Know We Should Defeat You, We Have Not The Time To Meet You, We Will Therefore Pay You Cash To Go Away.'

She Is Intensely Human, And Lives To Look Upon Life.

San Francisco Is A Mad City - Inhabited For The Most Part By Perfectly Insane People Whose Women Are Of A Remarkable Beauty.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

But Remember Please, The Law By Which We Live, We Are Not Built To Comprehend A Lie, We Can Neither Love Nor Pity Nor Forgive. If You Make A Slip In Handling Us You Die.

The Wild Hawk To The Wind-swept Sky The Deer To The Wholesome Wold; And The Heart Of A Man To The Heart Of A Maid, As It Was In The Days Of Old.

Yes, Making Mock O' Uniforms That Guard You While You Sleep... For It's Tommy This, An' Tommy That An' Chuck Him Out, The Brute! But It's Saviour Of His Country, When The Guns Begins To Shoot!

Call A Truce, Then, To Our Labors - Let Us Feast With Friends And Neighbors, And Be Merry As The Custom Of Our Caste; For If ''faint And Forced The Laughter,'' And If Sadness Follow After, We Are Richer By One Mocking Christmas Past.

No One As Yet Has Approached The Management Of New York In A Proper Spirit; That Is To Say, Regarding It As The Shiftless Outcome Of Squalid Barbarism And Reckless Extravagance. No One Is Likely To Do So, Because Reflections On The Long Narrow Pig-trough Are Construed As Malevolent Attacks Against The Spirit And Majesty Of The American People, And Lead To Angry Comparisons.

Humble Because Of Knowledge; Mighty By Sacrifice.

They Copied All They Could Copy, But They Couldn't Copy My Mind; And I Left Them Sweatin' And Stealin', A Year And A Half Behind.

I've A Neater, Sweeter Maiden In A Cleaner, Greener Land!

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