That it would always be summer and autumn, and you always courting me, and always thinking as much of me as you have done through the past summertime!
Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change.
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
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.
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.