It is to live that requires courage, not to die.

We spent the first night of our honeymoon in a country hotel, with Tudor architecture oak beams, and floors which sloped, of the Queen-Elizabeth-Slept-Here variety. There were old tennis-courts - the Tudor kind where Henry VIII was said to have played; and gardens filled with winter heather, jasmine and yellow chrysanthemums. [...] So that first night together was spent in the ancient bedroom with the tiny leaded paned windows, through which shafts of moonlight touched the room with a dreamlike radiance [...]

It is the people who have no say in making wars who suffer from the consequences of them.

Gentlemen, if my love for you equaled my ignorance of everything concerning you, it would indeed be unbounded.

I found that married life gave me the necessary freedom to follow an ambition which had been with me since childhood; and so I started to write in earnest.

But our lives were not as they seemed, were they, Sophia? No one's life ever is.

It is to live that requires courage, not to die.