Venice Is All Sea And

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.

Why, I Wonder, Do People Who At One Time Or Another Have All Been Young Themselves, And Who Ought Therefore To Know Better, Generalize So Suavely And So Mendaciously About The Golden Hours Of Youth-that Period Of Life When Every Sorrow Seems Permanent, And Every Setback Insuperable?

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

The Pacifist's Task Today Is To Find A Method Of Helping And Healing Which Provides A Revolutionary Constructive Substitute For War.

So Many People Seem To Imagine That Because The Actual Tools Of Writing Are Easily Accessible, It Is Less Difficult Than The Other Arts. This Is Entirely An Illusion.