It's always our touches of vanity/ That manage to betray us.

We didn't get him touches then because of what they were doing (on defence) and what we were doing up front. It's just how it happened.

The only time someone is innocent is if they were never born.

Between
Our birth and death we may touch understanding
As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

I sometimes think
His critical judgement is so exquisite
It leaves us nothing to admire except his opinion.

What after all Is a halo? It's only one more thing to keep clean