We are all familiar with the argument: Make war dreadful enough, and there will be no war. And we none of us believe it.
John GalsworthyFrom behind a wooden crate we saw a long black-muzzled nose poking round at us. We took him out-soft, wobbly, tearful; set him down on his four, as yet not quite simultaneous legs, and regarded him. He wandered a little round our legs, neither wagging his tail nor licking at our hands; then he looked up, and my companion said: "He's an angel!"
John Galsworthy