Go softly by that river side Or when you would depart, You'll find its every winding tied; And knotted round your heart.

We're all islands shouting lies to each other across seas of misunderstanding.

He became an officer and a gentleman, which is an enviable thing.

Politics are not my concern.... They impressed me as a dog's life without a dog's decencies.

He wrapped himself in quotations - as a beggar would enfold himself in the purple of Emperors.

The masterless man . . . afflicted with the magic of the necessary words. . . . Words that may become alive and walk up and down in the hearts of the hearers.

You may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.