There is more blood than paint upon these hands. All those thousands of men killed. We thought it would be a little job, and so it might have been if it had begun in the right way.

Here life itself, life at its best and healthiest, awaits the caprice of the bullet. Let us see the development of the day. All else may stand over, perhaps for ever. Existence is never so sweet as when it is at hazard.

Let our advance worrying become advance thinking and planning.

Without courage all other virtues lose their meaning.

We get to make a living; we give to make a life.

All the great things are simple.

We shape our dwellings, and afterwards our dwellings shape us.