These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears.

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

After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the East, to see fighting, and to serve.

Walking abroad, one is the admiration of all little boys, and meets an approving glance from every eye of elderly.

These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.