History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days.
No war is so sanguinary as the war of exhaustion.
I have been brought up and trained to have the utmost contempt for people who get drunk.
Difficulties mastered are opportunities won.
Really I feel less keen about the Army every day. I think the Church would suit me better.
After all, a man's Life must be nailed to a cross either of Thought or Action. Without work there is no play. When I am in the Socratic.