Be bullied, be outraged, by killed, but do not kill.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns.

The old happiness is unreturning. Boy's griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning. Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.

Children are not meant to be studied, but enjoyed. Only by studying to be pleased do we understand them.

My friend, you would not tell with such high zest to children ardent for some desperate glory. The old lie: It is sweet and fitting that you should die for your country.

The English say, Yours Truly, and mean it. The Italians say, I kiss your feet, and mean, I kick your head.

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