Faithful Women Are All Alike,

There's A Kind Of Permission For War Which Can Be Given Only By The World's Mood And Atmosphere, The Feel Of Its Pulse. It Would Be Madness To Undertake A War Without That Permission.

Young Girls Are The Chatelaines Of Truth; They Must See That It Is Protected, That The Guilty Lead The Life Of The Guilty, Even If The World Rocks On Its Foundations.

Who Would Prefer Peace To The Glory Of Hunger And Thirst, Of Wading Through Mud, And Dying In The Service Of One's Country?

Water Is The One Substance From Which The Earth Can Conceal Nothing; It Sucks Out Its Innermost Secrets And Brings Them To Our Very Lips.

There Is Nothing So Wrong In This World That A Sensible Woman Can't Set It Right In The Course Of An Afternoon.