Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.
But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse
What joins men together ... is not the sharing of bread but the sharing of enemies.
Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.
What could a child know of the darkness of God's plan? Or how flesh is so frail it is hardly more than a dream