They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.

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.

We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse.

Most amusements only mean trying to win another person's money.

I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards.

I've just read that I am dead. Don't forget to delete me from your list of subscribers.

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.