Great Throughts Treasury

"The colonel's lady and Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins."

"The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives ye led were mine"

"The Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?""

"The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e began. But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!"

"The female of the species is more deadly than the male."

"That's the secret. 'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just It. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walk down a street."

"Teach us to delight in simple things; And mirth that has no bitter springs; Forgiveness free of evil done, And love to all men 'neath the sun."

"The Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him."

"The coastwise lights of England watch the ships of England go!"

"The great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever trees."

"The gull shall whistle in his wake, the blind wave break in fire. He shall fulfill God's utmost will, unknowing His desire, And he shall see old planets pass and alien stars arise, And give the gale his reckless sail in shadow of new skies. Strong lust of gear shall drive him out and hunger arm his hand, To wring his food from a desert nude, his foothold from the sand."

"The heart of a man to the heart of a maid - Light of my tents, be fleet - Morning awaits at the end of the world, And the world is all at our feet."

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. To be your own man is a hard business. 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. "

"The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds-- The Man-o'-War's 'er 'usband an' 'e gives 'er all she needs; But, oh, the little cargo-boats, that sail the wet seas roun', They're just the same as you an' me, a'-plyin' up an' down."

"The place was packed as full of smells as a bale is of cotton."

"The present is big with the future."

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

"The sin they do by two and two they must pay for one by one."

"The Three in One, the One in Three? Not so! To my own Gods I go. It may be they shall give me greater ease than your cold Christ and tangled Trinities."

"The toad beneath the harrow knows / Exactly where each tooth-point goes; / The butterfly upon the road / Preaches contentment to that toad."

"Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders, If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders; And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden."

"There are nine and sixty ways of constructing tribal lays, / And - every - single - one - of- them - is - right!"

"There be triple ways to take, of the eagle or the snake, Or the way of a man with a maid; But the fairest way to me is a ship's upon the sea In the heel of the North-East Trade."

"There is but one task for all— One life for each to give. What stands if Freedom fall? Who dies if England live?"

"There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear."

"There lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour."

"There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin."

"There was a small boy of Quebec Who was buried in snow to the neck: When they said 'Are you friz?' He replied 'Yes, I is - But we don't call this cold in Quebec!'"

"There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, / And the ricks stand grey to the sun, / Singing: - `Over then, come over, for the bee has quit the clover, / And your English summer's done'."

"There's no jealousy in the grave."

"They change their skies above them, But not their hearts that roam!"

"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."

"They know the worthy General as `that most immoral man'."

"They shut the road through the woods / Seventy years ago."

"They're hangin' Danny Deever in the morning!"

"This man in his own country prayed we know not to what powers. We pray them to reward him for his bravery in ours."

"There's times when you'll think that you mightn't, / There's times when you know that you might; / But the things you will learn from the Yellow and Brown, / They'll 'elp you a lot with the White!"

"They copied all they could follow but they couldn't copy my mind so I left them sweating and stealing a year and a half behind."

"Through the Jungle very softly flits a shadow and a sigh - / He is Fear, O Little Hunter, he is Fear!"

"Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand, / An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?"

"This our fathers bought for us, long and long ago"

"Though I've belted you and flayed you, By the livin' Gawd that made you, You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din."

"'Til we are built like angels, with hammer, and chisel, and pen, we will work for ourselves and a woman, for ever and ever, Amen."

"Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, / `It's pretty, but is it Art?'"

"'Tisn't beauty, so to speak, nor good talk necessarily. It's just It. Some women'll stay in a man's memory if they once walked down a street."

"To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas,"

"True. True talk, said Kim solemnly. Fools speak of a cat when a woman is brought to bed, for instance. I have heard them."

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

"We aren't no thin red 'eroes, nor we aren't no blackguards too, But single men in barricks, most remarkable like you; An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your fancy paints, Why, single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints. For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' Chuck him out, the brute! But it's Saviour of 'is country when the guns begin to shoot."

"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."