It's Always Best To Tell The Truth.

A Man Can Never Have Too Much Red Wine, Too Many Books, Or Too Much Ammunition

The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

As Surely As Water Will Wet Us, As Surely As Fire Will Burn, The Gods Of The Copybook Headings With Terror And Slaughter Return!

Of All The Trees That Grow So Fair Old England To Adorn, Greater Are None Beneath The Sun Than Oak, And Ash And Thorn.

When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted And The Tubes Are Twisted And Dried, When The Oldest Colours Have Faded, And The Youngest Critic Has Died, We Shall Rest, And, Faith, We Shall Need It Lie Down For An Aeon Or Two, Till The Master Of All Good Workmen Shall Put Us To Work Anew!