“One’s mother country is better than all else, and gloomy is life when a man sees not his home each morning”
“And do you agree that the mornings when we appreciated each other might have been better than the mornings we loved each other?”
“Come morning, his memory would be of a night spent watching over them all. And each of them - dog and boy, mother and old man - would feel the same.”
“It was a gloomy prospect, and all that she could do was to throw a mist over it, and hope when the mist cleared away, she should see something else.”
“That each man is the sum of his choices is nothing less than the truth. And each, perhaps, is also something else.”
“The soldier is the Army. No army is better than its soldiers. The Soldier is also a citizen. In fact, the highest obligation and privilege of citizenship is that of bearing arms for one’s country”