And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?

He rested sitting on the un-stepped mast and sail and tried not to think but only to endure.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your reserves.

All cowardice comes from not truly loving, or at least, not loving well.

All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.

In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you'll dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it to the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.