Half Of Tradition Is A Lie.

Two Or Three Angels Came Near To The Earth. They Saw A Fat Church. Little Black Streams Of People Came And Went In Continually. And The Angels Were Puzzled To Know Why The People Went Thus, And Why They Stayed So Long Within.

But I Like It Because It Is Bitter, And Because It Is My Heart.

When It Occurs To A Man That Nature Does Not Regard Him As Important, And That She Feels She Would Not Maim The Universe By Disposing Of Him, He At First Wishes To Throw Bricks At The Temple, And He Hates Deeply The Fact That There Are No Bricks And No Temples.

Mother, Whose Heart Hung Humble As A Button The Bright Splendid Shroud Of Your Son, Do Not Weep. War Is Kind.

Swift Blazing Flag Of The Regiment,eagle With Crest Of Red And Gold,these Men Were Born To Drill And Die.point For Them The Virtue Of Slaughter,make Plain To Them The Excellence Of Killingand A Field Where A Thousand Corpses Lie.