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!

What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike first and then give tongue.

You must learn to forgive a man when he's in love. He's always a nuisance.

Our hearts where they rocked our cradle, Our love where we spent our toil, And our faith, and our hope, and our honor, We pledge to our native soil. God gave all men all earth to love, But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should prove Beloved over all.

Gentleman-rankers out on the spree, damned from here to Eternity.

I've taken my fun where I've found it, An' now I must pay for my fun, For the more you 'ave known o' the others The less will you settle to one.

Too much work and too much energy kill a man just as effectively as too much assorted vice or too much drink.