Ye May Kill For Yourselves, And Your

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.

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

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.

For Undemocratic Reasons And For Motives Not Of State, They Arrive At Their Conclusions, Largely Inarticulate. Being Void Of Self-expression They Confide Their Views To None; But Sometimes In A Smoking Room, One Learns Why Things Were Done.

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