It is nought good a slepyng hound to wake.

Or as an ook comth of a litel spir, So thorugh this lettre, which that she hym sente, Encressen gan desir, of which he brente.

For of fortunes sharp adversitee The worst kynde of infortune is this, A man to han ben in prosperitee, And it remembren, whan it passed is.

For which he wex a litel red for shame, Whan he the peple upon him herde cryen, That to beholde it was a noble game, How sobreliche he caste doun his yen. Cris…

As is true with respect to other great evils, the measures by which war might be made altogether impossible for the future may well be worse than even war itse…

We and you ought not pull on the ends of a rope in which you have tied the knots of war. Because the more the two of us pull the tighter the knot will be tied.…

In the midst of possible world war, of wholesale destruction, I find my only question this: are there enough people now who believe? Is there time enough left …