Politicians. Little Tin Gods on Wheels.

What stands if Freedom fail? What dies of England live?

One learns more from a good scholar in a rage than from a score of lucid and laborious drudges.

If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.

In the jungle, life and food depend on keeping your temper.

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!

Yes, making mock o' uniforms that guard you while you sleep... For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that an' Chuck him out, the brute! But it's Saviour of his country, when the guns begins to shoot!