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.

Sweet and fitting it is to die for the fatherland.

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.

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

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

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.