Used to move so much, every time the chickens saw the team put in the wagon, they'd lie down on their backs and hold their legs up to be tied!

These are times of action. Men think and then act; sometimes, indeed, they simply act.

War is not two great armies meeting in the clash and frenzy of battle. War is a boy being carried on a stretcher, looking up at God’s blue sky with bewildered eyes that are soon to close; war is a woman carrying a child that has been injured by a shell; war is spirited horses tied in burning buildings and waiting for death; war is the flower of a race, battered, hungry, bleeding, up to its knees in filthy water; war is an old woman burning a candle before the Mater Dolorsa for the son she has given.

Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.

The stage on which we play our little dramas of life and love has for most of us but one setting.

Men love a joke - on the other fellow. But your really humorous woman loves a joke on herself.

pretense is the oil that lubricates society.