The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him.

The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad, For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.

I should say that there ought to be no war except religious war. If war is irreligious, it is immoral. No man ought ever to fight at all unless he is prepared to put his quarrel before that invisible Court of Arbitration with which all religion is concerned. Unless he thinks he is vitally, eternally, cosmically in the right, he is wrong to fire off a pocket-pistol.

As for the general view that the Church was discredited by the War—they might as well say that the Ark was discredited by the Flood. When the world goes wrong, it proves rather that the Church is right. The Church is justified, not because her children do not sin, but because they do.

The issue is now quite clear. It is between light and darkness and every one must choose his side.

I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayedTo straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made

We do wrong to seek peace in Nature; we should rather seek the nobler sort of war; and see all the trees as green banners.