Funny how the new things are the old things.

Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!

There's no jealousy in the grave.

O it's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and Tommy 'ow's your soul/But it's thin red line of heroes when the drums begin to roll.

Heaven grant us patience with a man in love.

But remember please, the Law by which we live, we are not built to comprehend a lie, we can neither love nor pity nor forgive. If you make a slip in handling us you die.

And what should they know of England who only England know?