I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy.

Once we have a war there is only one thing to do. It must be won. For defeat brings worse things than any that can ever happen in war.

If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

Write as well as you can and finish what you start.

The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.