It Is Useless To Send Armies Against

I Was Not Afraid Of What I Did Not Like. To Overcome Dislike Of A Thing Often Satisfied One's Feeling Of Honour.

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.

Those [christians] Had Left To Love On Earth Were Then: Brothers And Sisters In Hatred, Whom They Called Then: Brothers And Sisters In Love.

The Appalling Thing About War Is That It Kills All Love Of Truth.

I Was A Town Child, It Is True, But That Did Not Prevent Me Enjoying Open-air Life, With Plants And Animals.