Rudyard Kipling

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

Down to Gehenna, or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.

When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains, and the women come out to cut up what remains, jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains and go to your gawd like a soldier.

In the final analysis, it is your decision to make, but it doesn't move as fast as I'd like it to move.

Getting on a plane is hard for me, but I do it, because travel is vital to me.