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

They will come back, come back again, As long as the red earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think he would squander souls?

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

Those who only know England know not England.

Both triumph and disaster are impostors.

I've taken my fun where I've found it.

God help us for we knew the worst too young.