“The moon had been lighted and was hung in a treetop.”

“Nevertheless, he had, on a certain star-lit evening, said wonderingly and quite reverently: "Deh moon looks like hell, don't it?”

“Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son,Do not weep.War is kind.”

“He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.”

“But he said, in substance, to himself that if the earth and moon were about to clash, many persons would doubtless plan to get upon the roofs to witness the collision.”

“XXVIThere was set before me a mighty hill,And long days I climbedThrough regions of snow.When I had before me the summit-view,It seemed my laborHad been to see gardensLying at impossible distances.”

“It perhaps might be said--if any one dared--that the most worthless literature of the world has been that which has been written by the men of one nation concerning the men of another.”