In friendships I had been most fortunate Yet never saw I one whom I would call More willingly my friend - Percy Bysshe Shelley

Man has no right to kill his brother, it is no excuse that he does so in uniform. He only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity.

For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.