The men who cannot laugh at themselves frighten me even more than those who laugh at everything.
I am now working on the second WWI story and find the challenge marvelous.
The truth can be very sharp. But it makes a cleaner wound than lies. It will not fester
We all try to forget what hurts us, it is sometimes the only way we can continue.
I believe in an individual soul which travels through eternity. This life is far from all there is--in fact, it is a minute part, simply an antechamber, a deciding place where we choose the light from the dark, where we come to know what we truly value.
Maybe right and wrong did not move, but understanding of them did. The wrenching pain of walking the same path, even for a short space, tore away the willingness to judge.