When I stepped from hard manual work to writing, I just stepped from one kind of hard work to another.
All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
A lament in one ear, maybe, but always a song in the other
Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow - security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself.
To me life is simply an invitation to live.
The military mind is indeed a menace. Old-fashioned futurity that sees only men fighting and dying in smoke and fire; hears nothing more civilized than a cannonade; scents nothing but the stink of battle-wounds and blood.