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." "The War Poems

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.

Sometimes we are so upset about our meaningless worries that we keep losing focus of the goal all the time

Do not spend your time on vain things

We cannot give our children what we don’t have.

The art of newspaper paragraphing is to stroke a platitude until it purrs like an epigram.

Genius gives birth, talent delivers. What Rembrandt or Van Gogh saw in the night can never be seen again.

There's people who actually have a whole science devoted to what makes a sticky meme and that idea of that question of why some ideas about how civilizations work catch on and others don't.

Like our title song “Clap”, I want to become a singer that receive the applause from all people.

A bad day for the ego is a good day for the soul.

Your reputation is what influences people to think, feel and talk about you the way they do.

Taylor: what do you hear? Daisy: Nothing but rain