For it is humanly certain that most of us remember very little of what we have read. To open almost any book a second time is to be reminded that we had forgotten well-nigh everything that the writer told us. Parting from the narrator and his narrative, we retain only a fading impression; and he, as it were, takes the book away from us and tucks it under his arm.

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

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.

And the wind upon its way whispered the boughs of May, And touched the nodding peony flowers to bid them waken.

In me the tiger sniffs the rose.

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

I am a soldier, convinced that I am acting on behalf of soldiers.