The Evening Papers Print What They Do

My Prayer Is That What We Have Gone Through [world War One] Will Startle The World Into Some New Realization Of The Sanctity Of Life, Animal As Well As Human.

Big Shots Are Only Little Shots Who Keep Shooting.

Men Talk Of "finding God," But No Wonder It Is Difficult; He Is Hidden In That Darkest Hiding-place, Your Heart. You Yourself Are A Part Of Him.

The Enemies Of The Future Are Always The Very Nicest People.

If You Have To Keep Reminding Yourself Of A Thing, Perhaps It Isn't So.