Laurence Binyon quotes:

They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning we will remember them.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children, England mourns for her dead across the sea.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, We will remember them.

We too should make ourselves empty, that the great soul of the universe may fill us with its breath.

the little street Into its gloom retires, secluded and shy.

Two children, all alone and no one by, Holding their tattered frocks, thro'an airy maze Of motion lightly threaded with nimble feet Dance sedately; face to face they gaze, Their eyes shining, grave with a perfect pleasure.

We are living in a time of trouble and bewilderment, in a time when none of us can foresee or foretell the future.