Keep your face always toward the sunshine everything could be worse but isn't and so we are justified in being grateful - and shadows everything could be better but isn't and so it is easy to be bitter 'unless you decide to look on the bright side will fall behind you.

From this hour, freedom! Going where I like, my own master.

Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost.

I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.

Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality.

In the confusion we stay with each other, happy to be together, speaking without uttering a single word.

I hate commas in the wrong places.