Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.
Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.
Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.
Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.
You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.
The poetry of heroism appeals irresistibly to those who don't go to a war, and even more to those whom the war is making enormously wealthy. It's always so.