On The Road To Mandalay,

When Your Daemon Is In Charge, Do Not Try To Think Consciously. Drift, Wait, And Obey.

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

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!

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

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.