“So death obscures your gentle form, So memory strives to make the darkness bright; And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies, Part of the island till the planet ends, My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise, Part of this crag this bitter surge offends, While I, who pass, a little obscure thing, War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.” LittlesWarEndsBodyBeautifulFormLyingForceMemoriesDarknessWiseRocksPlanetsKingsStriveBreatheYour BodyBitterGentleIslandsObscureStrifeComrade Book:Letters to Margaret Bridges (1915-1919) Source: Letters to Margaret Bridges (1915-1919)
“The bird of truth would not be able to fly if it weren't for the air of lies we breathe.” IfsAbleLyingAirBirdBreatheDeception Author:Eugene J. Martin
“A lie should be trampled on and extinguished wherever found. I am for fumigating the atmosphere when I suspect that falsehood, like pestilence, breathes around me.” ShouldLyingFoundBreatheAtmosphereSuspectsFalsehoodPestilence Author:Thomas Carlyle