Whatever mourns when many leave these shores: Whatever shares The eternal reciprocity of tears.
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,- My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.
Cricket is the greatest game that the wit of man has yet devised.- Sir Pelham Warner
Advertising is selling Twinkies to adults.- Donald R. Vance
The struggle of the male to learn to listen to and respect his own intuitive, inner prompt...- Herb Goldberg
Each generation of the church in each setting has the responsibility of communicating the ...- Francis Schaeffer
Each had defended his own country; the Germans Germany, the Frenchmen France; they had don...- Ernst Toller
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|Birth:||18th March, 1893|
|Death:||4th November, 1918|
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