As A Rule, I Am Very Careful

Walter's Eyes Were Very Wonderful. All The Joy And Sorrow And Laughter And Loyalty And Aspirations Of Many Generations Lying Under The Sod Looked Out Of Their Dark-gray Depths.

I Don't Know, I Don't Want To Talk As Much. (...) It's Nicer To Think Dear, Pretty Thoughts And Keep Them In One's Heart, Like Treasures. I Don't Like To Have Them Laughed At Or Wondered Over.

Before This War Is Over,' [walter] Said - Or Something Said Through His Lips - 'every Man And Woman And Child In Canada Will Feel It - You, Mary, Will Feel It - Feel It To Your Heart's Core. You Will Weep Tears Of Blood Over It. The Piper Has Come - And He Will Pipe Until Every Corner Of The World Has Heard His Awful And Irresistible Music. It Will Be Years Before The Dance Of Death Is Over - Years, Mary. And In Those Years Millions Of Hearts Will Break.

It's The Worst Kind Of Cruelty — The Thoughtless Kind. You Can't Cope With It.

An Old House With Its Windows Gone Always Makes Me Think Of Something Dead With Its Eyes Picked Out.