War was return of earth to ugly earth, War was foundering of sublimities, Extinction of each happy art and faith By which the world had still kept he… - Robert Graves

To recommend a monarchy on account of the prosperity it gives the provinces seems to me like recommending that a man should have liberty to treat his children as slaves, if at the same time he treats his slaves with reasonable consideration.

Anglican chaplains were remarkably out of touch with their troops. The Second Battalion chaplain, just before the Loos fighting, had preached a violent sermon on the Battle against Sin, at which one old soldier behind me had grumbled: "Christ, as if one bloody push wasn't enough to worry about at a time!"

And what of home — how goes it, boys, While we die here in stench and noise?