• John Stanley Purvis

    I can’t forget the lane that goes from Steyning to the Ring
    In summer time, and on the Down how larks and linnets sing
    High in the sun. The wind comes off the sea, and Oh the air!
    I never knew till now that life in old days was so fair.
    But now I know it in this filthy rat infested ditch
    When every shell may spare or kill – and God alone knows which.
    And I am made a beast of prey, and this trench is my lair.
    My God! I never knew till now that those days were so fair.
    So we assault in half an hour, and – it’s a silly thing –
    I can’t forget the narrow lane to Chanctonbury Ring.

  • Søren Kierkegaard

    The truth is a trap: you can not get it without it getting you; you cannot get the truth by capturing it, only by its capturing you.