Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

I, too, saw God through mud

Never fear: Thank Home, and Poetry, and the Force behind both.

I am only conscious of any satisfaction in Scientific Reading or thinking when it rounds off into a poetical generality and vagueness.

Numbers of the old people cannot read. Those who can seldom do

The war affects me less than it ought. But I can do no service to anybody by agitating for news or making dole over the slaughter.

If I have to be a soldier I must be a good one, anything else is unthinkable