Dearest comrades, all is over and long gone, But love is not over.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.

I see great things in baseball. It's our game - the American game.

Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I can bear it.

Something there is more immortal even than the stars.

The real war will never get in the books.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.