"It is difficult for a woman to define her feelings in language which is chiefly made by men to expre..." — Thomas Hardy

Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down you'd treat if met where any bar is, or help to half-a-crown.

Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honor as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.

The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.

Give the enemy not only a road for flight, but also a means of defending it.