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.

The 'eathen in 'is blindness must end where 'e began. But the backbone of the Army is the non-commissioned man!

The American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

Never praise a sister to a sister, in the hope of your compliments reaching the proper ears.

You sometimes see a woman who would have made a Joan of Arc in another century and climate, threshing herself to pieces over all the mean worry of housekeeping.