Courage Is The Fairest Adornment Of Youth.

We Have Our Dreams Because Without Them We Could Not Bear The Truth.

Heaven Has No Favorites

It Was A Melancholy Secret That Reality Can Arouse Desires But Never Satisfy Them.

Our Thoughts Are Clay, They Are Moulded With The Changes Of The Days;--when We Are Resting They Are Good; Under Fire, They Are Dead. Fields Of Craters Within And Without.

It's All Rot That They Put In The War-news About The Good Humour Of The Troops, How They Are Arranging Dances Almost Before They Are Out Of The Front-line. We Don't Act Like That Because We Are In A Good Humour: We Are In A Good Humour Because Otherwise We Should Go To Pieces.