The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.
The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.
The war imbued my tin soldiers with quite a new interest. It was impossible to have boxes enough of them.
It is useless to send armies against ideas.
School is a foretaste of life.
But my doubt would not be overcome. Kierkegaard had declared that it was only to the consciousness of sin that Christianity was not horror or madness. For me it was sometimes both.