My life is a performance for which I was never given any chance to rehearse.
Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.
The fact is that five years ago I was, as near as possible, a different person to what I am tonight. I, as I am now, didn't exist at all. Will the same thing happen in the next five years? I hope so.
I have seen and endured the sufferings of the troops, and I can no longer be a party to prolong these sufferings for ends which I believe to be evil and unjust.
The dead. . . are more real than the living because they are complete.
For it is humanly certain that most of us remember very little of what we have read. To open almost any book a second time is to be reminded that we had forgotten well-nigh everything that the writer told us. Parting from the narrator and his narrative, we retain only a fading impression; and he, as it were, takes the book away from us and tucks it under his arm.
And when the war is done and youth stone dead, I'd toddle safely home and die--in bed.
My aunt played the piano and I used to sit and listen to it.
When you're a musician and you go out onstage, and you're someone who loves attention, you are going to become a role model to some extent.
People who work for me know that they have a lot of autonomy. I like to know what's going on, and I'll offer my opinion, but I want people to feel that they can say to me, "That's great that you have that opinion, but, no, we're not going to do that. "
You have the right not to be killed, unless it was done by a policeman or an aristocrat.