And there'd be no more jokes in Music-halls To mock the riddled corpses round Bapaume.

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.

Education is that component which brings in a meaningful relationship between the happenings around us and how our senses experience them.

We are always the same age inside.

In battle it is the cowards who run the most risk bravery is a rampart of defense.

Love isn't something you find. Love is something that finds you.

We are about half a century away from being ecologically and economically bankrupt because of global warming

Fine music without devotion is but a splendid garment upon a corpse.

There are people who go to bed hungry, and that is unconscionable.

There's no such thing as a minor lapse of awareness. You're either present with what is--right here, right now--or you're someplace else.

What makes me vulnerable? Well, my ego, probably. I kind of like to try to let go of it. Or feeling out of my depth. In various aspects of my life, whether it's musical or personal.

Never done an explosion, but I have had explosive diarrhea, and that was very, very real. Good thing I have my trailer.