My worries travel around in my head on their well worn path

Moses: God or crowd control?!?

His writings have made me his friend.

Your questions regarding that gentleman are very delicate, very subtle, very much like being smacked in the head with a mallet...it's a tuba among the flutes.

I, too, have felt that the war goes on and on. When my son, Ian, died at El Alamein-- side by side with... visitors offering their condolences, thinking to comfort me, said, "Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on; Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow and nexe year and forever. There's no end to that. But perhaps there will be an end to the sorrow of it.

I don’t know whether to feel flattered or hunted.

Those times, I tried to think of something happy, something I'd liked - but not something I loved, for that made it worse.