That was what, ultimately, war did to you. It was not the physical dangers--the mines at sea, the bombs from the air, the crisp ping of a rifle bullet as you drove over a desert track. No, it was the spiritual danger of learning how much easier life was if you ceased to think.

To win a war is as disasterous as to lose one.

But surely for everything you love you have to pay some price.

Difficulties are made to be overcome ~ Miss Felicity Lemon, Agatha Christie's Poirot: The Plymouth Express

You agree - I'm sure you agree that beauty is the only thing worth living for.

Fear is incomplete knowledge.

Words, mademoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.