And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn't exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.

The dead...are more real than the living because they are complete.

I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.

You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye Who cheer when soldier lads march by, Sneak home and pray you'll never know The hell where youth and laughter go.

And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die--in bed.

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.

In me the tiger sniffs the rose.

I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.

Life for the majority of the population. Is an unlovely struggle against unfair odds. Culminating in a cheap funeral.

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.

Okay, fine. But just so you know, following me into hell means you're all definitely the sidekicks.

I wouldn't want to be Superman. Batman would be cool. But the one I've always wanted to play is the Joker. There is a maniacal and dangerous side to me.

Punctuality comes high on my list of unforgivable sins.

The people must fight for their laws as for their walls.

Life is like a Ferrari, it goes too fast. But that's ok, because you can't afford it anyway.

When you reach my age, you realize you couldn't have done things very much better or much worse than you did them in the first place.

Most men are of naught more use in their lives but as machines for turning food into sh*t.

I think the book you always like best is the one you're about to write.

Never give up! All you have to do is try again.

The world is a mirror representing the divine life.