In me the tiger sniffs the rose.

Oh yes, I know the way to heaven was easy. We found the little kingdom of our passion that all can share who walk the road of lovers. In wild and secret happiness we stumbled; and gods and demons clamoured in our senses.

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.

Let my soul, a shining tree, Silver branches lift towards thee, Where on a hallowed winter's night The clear-eyed angels may alight.

I am not protesting against the conduct of the war, but against the political errors and insincerities for which the fighting men are being sacrificed.

I believe that the purpose for which I and my fellow soldiers entered upon this war should have been so clearly stated as to have made it impossible to change them, and that, had this been done, the objects which actuated us would now be attainable by negotiation.

Soldiers are dreamers; when the guns begin they think of firelit homes, clean beds, and wives.