What An Absurdity To Go And Bury

That Was What, Ultimately, War Did To You. It Was Not The Physical Dangers--the Mines At Sea, The Bombs From The Air, The Crisp Ping Of A Rifle Bullet As You Drove Over A Desert Track. No, It Was The Spiritual Danger Of Learning How Much Easier Life Was If You Ceased To Think.

You'll Be Glad Too, When The End Comes.

Many Homicidal Lunatics Are Very Quiet, Unassuming People. Delightful Fellows.

One Little Indian Boy Left All Alone; He Went And Hanged Himself And Then There Were None.

If You've Had A Happy Childhood, Nobody Can Take That Away From You.