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.

Wonderful things, horses. Never know what they will do, or won't do.

Hate doesn't last. Love does.

You regard it as impossible that a sinner should be struck down by the wrath of God! I do not!

Desperate ills need desperate remedies.

Bad temper is its own safety valve. He who can bark does not bite.

The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.