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.

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

If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim.

Being kissed by a man who didn't wax his moustache was-like eating an egg without salt.

Also, we will make promise. So long as The Blood endures, I shall know that your good is mine: ye shall feel that my strength is yours: In the day of Armageddon, at the last great fight of all, That Our House stand together and the pillars do not fall.

At twenty the things for which one does not care a damn should, properly, be many.

We be of one blood, ye and I