I've been immersed in it too long. My spirit is wobbly and my mind is confused. The hurt has become too great.

I try not to take any foolish chances, but there's just no way to play it completely safe and still do your job.

If I can just see the European war out I think I might feel justified in quitting the war.

Some day I'd like to cover a war in a country as ugly as war itself.

The closest fires were near enough for us to hear the crackling flames and the yells of firemen. Little fires grew into big ones even as we watched. Big ones died down under the firemen's valor only to break out again later.

For me war has become a flat, black depression without highlights, a revulsion of the mind and an exhaustion of the spirit.

I've really been sick with this cold, but I think I might have kept the columns going anyhow except I was just so low in spirit, I didn't have the will to struggle against them when my deadline was so close and I felt so lousy.