The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

War Is An Ill Thing, As I Surely Know. But 'twould Be An Ill World For Weaponless Dreamers If Evil Men Were Not Now And Then Slain.

I Have Struck A City - A Real City - And They Call It Chicago... I Urgently Desire Never To See It Again. It Is Inhabited By Savages.

A Boy Of To-day Is Affected By Every Change Of Tone And Gust Of Opinion, So That He Lies Even When He Desires To Speak The Truth.

Being Kissed By A Man Who Didn't Wax His Moustache Was-like Eating An Egg Without Salt.

Daughter Am I In My Mother's House, But Mistress In My Own.