There Is Poetry In A Pork Chop

In Less Than Twenty-five Years . . . The Motor-car Will Be Obsolete, Because The Aeroplane Will Run Along The Ground As Well As Fly Over It.

We Who Go Out To Die Shall Be Remembered, Because We Gave The World Peace. That Will Be Our Reward, Though We Will Know Nothing Of It, But Lie Rotting In The Earth - Dead.

It Is Better To Give Than To Lend, And It Costs About The Same.

During The Early Months Of The War In 1914 There Was A Conflict Of Opinion Between The War Office And The Foreign Office Regarding News From The Front.

It Was So Quiet That Morning In Paris That The Heels Of My Two Companions And Myself Were Loud On The Deserted Pavements. It Was A City Of Shuttered Shops, And Barred Windows, And Deserted Avenues.