The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn.

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

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.

With thought, all problems can be resolved.

I've a theory that one can always get anything one wants if one will pay the price. And do you know what the price is, nine times out of ten? Compromise.

I'm going to marry him. And if he thinks he can get divorced and married every two or three years in the approved Hollywood fashion, well, he never made a bigger mistake in his life. He's going to marry and stick to me.

Everyone is a potential murderer-in everyone there arises from time to time thewish to kill-though not the will to kill.