Bombardment, Barrage, Curtain-fire, Mines, Gas, Tanks, Machine-guns,

To No Man Does The Earth Mean So Much As To The Soldier. When He Presses Himself Down Upon Her Long And Powerfully, When He Buries His Face And His Limbs Deep In Her From The Fear Of Death By Shell-fire, Then She Is His Only Friend, His Brother, His Mother; He Stifles His Terror And His Cries In Her Silence And Her Security; She Shelters Him And Releases Him For Ten Seconds To Live, To Run, Ten Seconds Of Life; Receives Him Again And Again And Often Forever.

We Have So Much To Say, And We Shall Never Say It.

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

Never Do Anything Complicated When Something Simple Will Serve As Well. It's One Of The Most Important Secrets Of Living.

We Are Little Flames Poorly Sheltered By Frail Walls Against The Storm Of Dissolution And Madness, In Which We Flicker And Sometimes Almost Go Out…we Creep In Upon Ourselves And With Big Eyes Stare Into The Night…and Thus We Wait For Morning.