Common sense always speaks too late. Common sense is the guy who tells you you ought to have had your brakes relined last week bef...ore you smashed a front end this week. Common sense is the Monday morning quarterback who could have won the ball game if he had been on the team. But he never is. He's high up in the stands with a flask on his hip. Common sense is the little man in a grey suit who never makes a mistake in addition. But it's always somebody else's money he's adding up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar... Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are....LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When you're at the end of your rope, all you have to do is make one foot move out in front of the other. Just take the next step. ...That's all there is to it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
With two thousand years of Christianity behind him ... a man can't see a regiment of soldiers march past without going off the dee...p end. It starts off far too many ideas in his head.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
People stress the violence. That's the smallest part of it. Football is brutal only from a distance. In the middle of it there's a... calm, a tranquility. The players accept pain. There's a sense of order even at the end of a running play with bodies stewn everywhere. When the systems interlock, there's a satisfaction to the game that can't be duplicated. There's a harmony.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
How damned ridiculous it all is! The long generations toiling--skimping, lashing themselves screwing higher and higher the tension... of their minds, polishing brighter and brighter the mirror of intelligence to end in this--My God what a time--All the cant and hypocrisy, all the damnable survivals, all the vestiges of old truths now putrid and false infect the air, choke you worse than German gas--The ministers from their damn smug pulpits, the business men--the heroics about war--my country right or wrong--oh infinities of them! Oh the tragic farce of the world.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Still, I'm much happier here, really in it than I've been for an age. People don't hate much at the front; there's no one to hate,... except the poor devils across the way, whom they [the French soldiers] know to be as miserable as themselves. They don't talk hypocritical bosh about the beauty & manliness of war: they feel in their souls that if they weren't cowards they would have ended the thing long ago--by going home, where they want to be. And lastly and best, they don't jabber about atrocities--of course, everyone commits them--though about one story in a million that reaches our blessed Benighted States is true.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »