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.

No-man's land under snow is like the face of the moon: chaotic, crater ridden, uninhabitable, awful, the abode of madness.

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.

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.

I find purer philosophy in a Poem than in a Conclusion of Geometry, a chemical analysis, or a physical law

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