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

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.

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.

Some of the people we feel sorry for feel sorry for us for thinking that they are the ones who should be felt sorry for.

Our fated untainted soul gives us free reign, only doth backward pull our clouded minds when we ourselves falsely protect from pain.

Too bad children don't know how profound their thoughts are.

In a thousand years, Fred, no one will even know or care we existed.

In combat life is short nasty and brutish. The issues of national policy which brought him into war are irrelevant to the combat soldier he is concerned with his literal life chances.

[T]he most viciously intolerant campus I ever visited as a lecturer was Brown, where the humanities program has been gutted by a jejune brand of feminist theory and cultural and media studies.

Photography is a transformation, not a reproduction.

The liberating force of technology the instrumentalization of things turns into ... the instrumentalization of man.

My short attention span has allowed me a life of diversity in work and place.