These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of the slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a th… - Stephen Crane

"When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

MARJORY walked pensively along the hall. In the cool shadows made by the palms on the window ledge, her face wore the expression of thoughtful melancholy expected on the faces of the devotees who pace in cloistered gloom. She halted before a door at the end of the hall and laid her hand on the knob. She stood hesitating, her head bowed. It was evident that this mission was to require great fortitude.

Camp fires, like red, peculiar blossoms, dotted the night.