"We've seen the Red, like a thirsty king, Bend over the silent stream; We've seen the Mallee its tassels fling, To steal of the sunset's gleam; The Blue's young shoots, with his leaves gray pearled, A cloud that has gone awry; The Ironbark, with his limbs up-hurled As though he would win the sky. * * * He stands apart from the Old World trees, Unbound by the laws of form; He bows his head to the zephyr breeze, But laughs at the drought and storm. We stand alone, like our own great tree, Afar from the nations' hum. Come, brothers! Keep we our homeland free As limbs of our Austral gum."

"I had formed the theory that the true rôle of the Infantry was not to expend itself upon heroic physical effort, nor to wither away under merciless machine-gun fire, nor to impale itself on hostile bayonets, nor to tear itself to pieces in hostile entanglements — (I am thinking of Pozières and Stormy Trench and Bullecourt, and other bloody fields) — but, on the contrary, to advance under the maximum possible protection of the maximum possible array of mechanical resources, in the form of guns, machine guns, tanks, mortars and aeroplanes; to advance with as little impediment as possible; to be relieved as far as possible of the obligation to fight their way forward; to march, resolutely, regardless of the din and tumult of battle, to the appointed goal; and there to hold and defend the territory gained; and to gather in the form of prisoners, guns and stores, the fruits of victory."

"This achievement is, above everything else, an illustration, which should become classic, of the maxim that in war the moral is to the material as three to one."

""Feed your troops on victory," is a maxim which does not appear in any text-book, but it is nevertheless true."

"The nation that wishes to defend its land and its honour must spare no effort, refuse no sacrifice to make itself so formidable that no enemy will dare to assail it. A may be an instrument for the preservation of peace, but an efficient Army is a far more potent one."

"Jules Renald has said, "It is not how old you are but how you are old." The way I was old today on my eightieth birthday is that I have just entered the infancy of middle age."

"There is no age more dangerous than old age."