The Appalling Thing About War Is That

It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.

Greatness Has Nothing To Do With Results Or With Success.

The War Imbued My Tin Soldiers With Quite A New Interest. It Was Impossible To Have Boxes Enough Of Them.

My Father, Though, Could Run Very Much Faster. It Was Impossible To Compete With Him On The Grass. But It Was Astonishing How Slow Old People Were. Some Of Them Could Not Run Up A Hill And Called It Trying To Climb Stairs.

That A Literature In Our Time Is Living Is Shown In That Way That It Debates Problems.