I Thought That Spring Must

All That A Pacifist Can Undertake -- But It Is A Very Great Deal -- Is To Refuse To Kill, Injure Or Otherwise Cause Suffering To Another Human Creature, And Untiringly To Order His Life By The Rule Of Love Though Others May Be Captured By Hate.

Modern War And Modern Civilisation Are Utterly Incompatible...one Or The Other Must Go.

I Wish Those People Who Write So Glibly About This Being A Holy War And The Orators Who Talk So Much About Going On, No Matter How Long The War Lasts And What It May Mean, Could See A Case Of Musterd Gas - The Poor Things Burnt And Blistered All Over With Great Musterd Coloured Suppurating Blisters, With Blind Eyes, All Sticky And Stuck Together, And Always Fighting For Breath, With Voices A Mere Whisper, Saying Their Throats Are Closing And They Know They Will Choke.

I Thought That Spring Must Last Forevermore, For I Was Young And Loved, And It Was May.

I Know One Husband And Wife Who, Whatever The Official Reasons Given To The Court For The Break Up Of Their Marriage, Were Really Divorced Because The Husband Believed That Nobody Ought To Read While He Was Talking And The Wife That Nobody Ought To Talk While She Was Reading.