I adore war. It is like a big picnic but without the objectivelessness of a picnic. I have never been more well or more happy.Collection: War
The thundering line of battle stands, And in the air Death moans and sings: But Day shall clasp him with strong hands, And Night shall fold him in soft wings.Collection: Strong
And Life is Colour and Warmth and Light and a striving evermore for these; and he is dead, who will not fight; and who dies fighting has increase.Collection: Fighting