My only consolation for the failure of the Dardanelles was that God wished things to be prolonged in order to sicken mankind of war, and that therefore He had interfered with a project that would have brought the war to a speedier conclusion.

The pictorial battlefield becomes a sea of mud mercifully veiled by the fog of war.

Anyone can rat, but it takes a certain amount of ingenuity to re-rat.

There is a forgotten, nay almost forbidden word, which means more to me than any other. That word is England.

It was at "Little Lodge" I was first menaced with Education. The approach of a sinister figure described as 'the Governess' was announced.

I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.

With the end of the Victorian era, we passed into what I feel I must call the terrible 20th century