...fact takes no heed of human hopes.

You are not mechanics, you are warriors. You have been trained, not to think, but to do.

The man was running away with the rest, and selling his papers for a shilling each as he ran—a grotesque mingling of profit and panic.

I do not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the "Lady Vain."

He began to realize that you cannot even fight happily with creatures that stand upon a different mental basis to yourself.

They haven't any spirit in them - no proud dreams and no proud lusts; and a man who hasn't one or the other-Lord! What is he but funk and precautions.

This isn't a war," said the artilleryman. "It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.