I wonder if a soldier ever does mend a bullet hole in his coat?

A ball had passed between my body and the right arm which supported him, cutting through the sleeve and passing through his chest from shoulder to shoulder. There was no more to be done for him and I left him to his rest. I have never mended that hole in my sleeve.

This conflict is one thing I've been waiting for. I'm well and strong and young - young enough to go to the front. If I can't be a soldier, I'll help soldiers.

Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here.

I have waited fifty years to see the Boneless Wonder [Ramsay MacDonald] sitting on the Treasury Bench.

Turning back the pages of my sweet shattered dream, I wonder if she'll ever do the same; And the thing that I call living is just being satisfied With knowing I've got no one left to blame