Quotes from E. W. Hornung

Money lost -- little lost. Honour lost -- much lost. Pluck lost -- all lost.

Violence is a confession of terrible incompetence.

Not a yard but was part of a shell-hole--not an inch, to be more precise-- And most of the holes held water, and all the water was ice: They stared at the bleak blue heavens like the glazed blue eyes of the slain, Till the snow came, shutting them gently, and sheeting the slaughtered plain.