| Quotes |
Topic |
| Christmas | High noon behind the tamarisks, the sun is hot above us-- As at home the Christmas Day is breaking wan, They will drink our healths at dinner, those who tell us how they love us, And forget us till another year be gone! |
| Dogs | There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. |
| Duty | Take up the White Man's burden. |
| Equality | All the people like us are we, And everyone else is They. |
| Excuses | We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse. |
| Faith | I always prefer to believe the best of everybody--it saves so much trouble. |
| Flags | What is the flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare, Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there. |
| Forgetfulness | God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! |
| Forgetfulness | The tumult and the shouting dies, The captains and the kings depart; Still stands thine ancient sacrifice, A humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet Lest we forget,--lest we forget. |
| Future | The present is big with the future. |
| Germany | In sight of peace--from the Narrow Seas O'er half the world to run-- With a cheated crew, to league anew With the Goth and the shameless Hun. |
| Insanity | Everyone is more or less mad on one point. |
| Light | The Light that Failed. |
| Men and Women | A woman's guess is much more accurate than a man's certainty. |
| Military | For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck 'im out, the brute!" But it's "Savior of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot. |
| Motherhood | If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! |
| Plagiarism | When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took--the same as me. |
| Royalty | Over all good things certain, this is sure indeed, Suffer not the old King, for we know the breed. |
| Royalty | 'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor With a hairy old crown on 'er 'ead? She 'as ships on the foam--she 'as millions at 'ome, An' she pays us poor beggars in red. |
| Ships | Her plates are scarred by the sun, dear lass, And her ropes are taut with the dew, For we're booming down on the old trail, our own trail, the out trail, We're sagging south on the Long Trail, the trail that is always new. |
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