The Glory Of The Garden Lies In

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.

Meddling With Another Man's Folly Is Always Thankless Work.

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

Good Luck Go With You, O Chief Of The Wolves. And Good Luck And Strong White Teeth Go With Noble Children That They May Never Forget The Hungry In This World.

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!