For what are we born if not to aid one another?

Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.

Everything that a painter did or that a writer wrote was a part of his training and preparation for what he was to do.

There is a great inertia about all military operations of any size. But once this inertia has been overcome and underway they are almost as hard to arrest as to initiate.

So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.

It's a town you come to for a short time.

Il faut d'abord durer (First One Must Endure).