I'm not often bored,' I assured her. "Life's not long enough for that.

Oh, no, I'm not brave. When a thing is certain, there's nothing to be brave about. All you can do is to find your consolation.

Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.

That is why most great love stories are tragedies.

One is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.

The whole thing was like a nine-month ocean voyage to which you never got acclimatized.

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.