I Never Expect A Soldier To Think.

Security, The Chief Pretense Of Civilization, Cannot Exist Where The Worst Of Dangers, The Danger Of Poverty, Hangs Over Everyone's Head.

Hell Is Not All Paved With Bad Intentions.

A Sensitive Boy's Humiliations May Be Very Good Fun For Ordinary Thick-skinned Grown-ups; But To The Boy Himself Theyareso Acute, So Ignominious, That He Cannot Confess Themcannot But Deny Them Passionately.

Hurrah For Revolution And More Cannon-shot! A Beggar Upon Horseback Lashes A Beggar On Foot. Hurrah For Revolution And Cannon Come Again! The Beggars Have Changed Places, But The Lash Goes On.

Cruelty Must Be Whitewashed By A Moral Excuse, And Pretense Of Reluctance.