Eats First, Morals After.

Though The Rich Of This Earth Find No Difficulty In Creating Misery, They Can't Bear To See It.

I Was Called Up In The War And Sent To A Hospital. I Dressed Wounds, Applied Iodine, Gave Enemas, Did Blood Transfusions. If The Doctor Ordered: "brecht, Amputate A Leg!", I Would Reply, "certainly, Your Excellency!", And Cut Off The Leg. If I Was Told, "perform A Trepanning!" I Opened The Man's Skull And Messed About With His Brains. I Saw How They Patched Fellows Up, So As To Cart Them Back To The Front As Quickly As They Could.

I Don't Trust Him. We're Friends.

People Who Understand Everything Get No Stories.

Then I Will Tell You Something. I Do Not Believe In It. Forty Years Among Men Has Consistently Taught Me That They Are Not Amenable To Commonsense. Show Them The Red Tail Of A Comet, Fill Them With Black Terror, And They Will All Come Running Out Of Their Houses And Break Their Legs. But Tell Them One Sensible Proposition, And Support It With Seven Reasons, And They Will Simply Laugh In Your Face.