Light griefs are loquacious, but the great are dumb.

I think you learn more if you're laughing at the same time.

People don't know how chickens can turn on you, but they can -- just like mad dogs.

Isn't that something-to know your own soul by hearsay, instead of its own tidings? Why should I let a preacher tell me if I had one or not? If I could believe I hada soul, all by myself, then I could listen to its tidings all by myself.

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.

Life goes on." What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn't. It's death that goes on.

Men are more interesting in books than they are in real life.