We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!

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.

If you do not get what you want, it is a sure sign that you did not seriously want it.

Asia is not going to be civilized after the methods of the West. There is too much Asia and she is too old.

And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden.

I have stated it plain, an' my argument's thus ( It's all one, says the Sapper) There's only one Corps which is perfect - that's us; An' they call us Her Majesty's Engineers, With the rank and pay of a Sapper!