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 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.

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.

What it is, it is.

Reverend Ada Slaton Bonds' influence on the lives of many people in Louisiana and elsewhere has been immeasurable. Countless hundreds will rise up in the last day to call her 'blessed.

Roll-up those sleeves and work until you see the fruit of your labour. It takes Passion, Resolve and a Productive Work Ethic, meeting with Opportunity, for you to succeed.

Some people don’t want to hurt your feelings.

The modern idea of a Great Man is one who stands at the lonely extremity of some single line of development--

That night it felt that somehow by flicking them off the roof, the matches would burn down everything, the sparks from the tips of the flames, torching the world and all the heartbroken people in it.

Tosses her head and flips her hair, she got a whole bunch of nothing in there.

What would I do if I knew I only had six months to live? Type faster.

If it were up to me, every job would be somewhere in Canada.

The best feeling in the world is to know that you belong to me and you are mine. Every morning that is all I need to know and that itself is enough for me to have a good day.