"I cannot bear it!" said the pewter soldier. "I have shed pewter
tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and
lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot
bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from
one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have
had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant
thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the
drawers."
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Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.
Marriage is the only war in which you sleep with the enemy.
All's fair in love and war.
All's fair in love and war.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred read more
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylae!
The tragedy of war is that it uses man's best to do man's worst.
The tragedy of war is that it uses man's best to do man's worst.
If I am asked what we are fighting for, I can reply in two
sentences. In the first place, read more
If I am asked what we are fighting for, I can reply in two
sentences. In the first place, to fulfil a solemn international
obligation . . . an obligation of honor which no self-respecting
man could possibly have repudiated. I say, secondly, we are
fighting to vindicate the principle that small nationalities are
not to be crushed in defiance of international good faith at the
arbitrary will of a strong and overmastering Power.
We will fight them in the air, land and sea, and their aggression
will achieve nothing but failure.
We will fight them in the air, land and sea, and their aggression
will achieve nothing but failure.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
War is a poor chisel to carve out tomorrow.
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high read more
O little Force that in your agony
Stood fast while England girt her armour on,
Held high our honour in your wounded hands,
Carried our honour safe with bleeding feet--
We have no glory great enough for you,
The very soul of Britain keeps your day.
See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall.
See! There is Jackson standing like a stone wall.
