They Will Come Back, Come

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.

All The People Like Us Are We, And Everyone Else Is They.

Heaven Grant Us Patience With A Man In Love.

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.

An Ounce Of Mother Is Worth A Pound Of Clergy.