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.

In me the tiger sniffs the rose.

Man, it seemed, had been created to jab the life out of Germans.

The dead...are more real than the living because they are complete.

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.

EVERYONE suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on—on—and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away ... O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.

The song was wordless; The singing will never be done.