Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain.

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.

More of me comes out when I improvise.

A person is only as big as the dream they dare to live.

Try to be accurate about stuff.

Everybody's entitled to their own opinion.

Football is not a contact sport. Its a collision sport

The purity of the critical ermine, like that of the judicial, is often soiled by contact with politics.

I come from a family and a heritage where you don't really go to therapy unless you're crazy. I want people to know that that's so not the case. It's enriching, and I've learned this new tool.

Always making sure I'm clean. And that's truly what it's about. I think it's a lot of misconceptions about what a man is, what a thug is, and all that kind of stuff.

Some may want to shout on the street, but we should tolerate those who hide in their rooms and use literature to voice their opinions.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, there never was a cat of such deceitfulness and sauvity.