The War Imbued My Tin Soldiers With

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.

But When I Was Twelve Years Old I Caught My First Strong Glimpse Of One Of The Fundamental Forces Of Existence, Whose Votary I Was Destined To Be For Life - Namely, Beauty.

The Appalling Thing About War Is That It Kills All Love Of Truth.

The Person Upon Whom The Schoolboys' Attention Centred Was, Of Course, The Headmaster.

Birth Was Something That Came Quite Unexpectedly, And Afterwards There Was One Child More In The House.