Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you'd treat if met where any bar is, or help to half-a-crown.
The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
Fear is the mother of foresight.