The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self.

The Root of All Rebellion: It is because we are not near enough to Thee to partake of thy liberty that we want a liberty of our own different from thine.

In the hearts of witches, love and hate lie close together and often tumble over each other.

No one is likely to remember what is entirely uninteresting to him.

There are women who fly their falcons at any game, little birds and all.

Nothing makes one feel so strong as a call for help.

It was part of war; men died, more would die, that was past, and what mattered now was the business in hand; those who lived would get on with it. Whatever sorrow was felt, there was no point in talking or brooding about it, much less in making, for form's sake, a parade of it. Better and healthier to forget it, and look to tomorrow.The celebrated British stiff upper lip, the resolve to conceal emotion which is not only embarrassing and useless, but harmful, is just plain commons sense