War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make

War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make It Gentle.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

Tomorrow Is No Man's Gift.

In All Secrets There Is A Kind Of Guilt, However Beautiful Or Joyful They May Be, Or For What Good End They May Be Set To Serve. Secrecy Means Evasion, And Evasion Means A Problem To The Moral Mind.

She Belongs To A Race Of Delightful Women, Who Never Do Any Harm, Whom Everybody Calls Good, And Who Are Very Severe On Those Who Do Not Pretend To Be Good.