For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

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.

All the money in the world is no use to a man or his country if he spends it as fast as he makes it. All he has left is his bills and the reputation for being a fool.

If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.

Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!

A man's mind is wont to tell him more than seven watchmen sitting in a tower.

But till we are built like angels, with hammer and chisel and pen, we will work for ourself and a woman, forever and ever, Amen.