All I ask is to be held above the barren wastes of want.

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade fairer, and sorrow blooms their soul.

Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.

After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.

Ambition may be defined as the willingness to receive any number of hits on the nose.

If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable

Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint. I would have poured my spirit without stint But not through wounds; not on the cess of war.