The war is not meant to be won, it is meant to be continuous.
You were the dead; theirs was the future.
Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.
The only imaginative prose writer of the slightest value who has appeared among the English-speaking races for some years past.
Being in a minority, even in a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.