There are accents in the eye which are not on the tongue, and more tales come from pale lips than can enter an ear. It is both the grandeur and the pain of the remoter moods that they avoid the pathway of sound.
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.
