I have never ceased to wonder at the thing we call human nature, with its times of beauty and its times of filthiness, or at the level of calm stupidity that lies in between the two.

If the common soldiers of each army could just get together by a river bank and talk things over calmly, no war could possibly last as long as a week.

You can always tell an old battlefield where many men have lost their lives. The next spring the grass comes up greener and more luxuriant than on the surround…

...man...is a frail, lost creature, too weak to walk unaided.