Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.
You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.
In war, one cannot say what one feels.
All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
Isn't it pretty to think so.
She is kind and very beautiful. But she can be so cruel and it comes so suddenly and such birds that fly, dipping and hunting, with their small sad voices are made too delicately for the sea.