For watching death, and above all, after death; not death in battle, but death after battle, brings one to certain indifferences that are also a form of death.

It is in the nature of any effort to leave something serviceable behind it.

There are two kinds of reading, reading which is contemplation - even a kind of vision & reading for information. For the first only the best will do, for the rest - then one can let in anything one would like to read in the world.

Not till the end of the war will there be any time for art or love or magic again. Perhaps never again.

The truth which may not be told, is the truth which cannot be told.

I thought of my father's wisdom, as though it were buried in a box under a tree. As in the old song - a gold box with a silver pin. Some day I should be grown up, and I should dig up the box and turn the pin.

I am old enough to remember what it was like when the theories of Freud first escaped from the study and the clinic, and the great game of Hunt-the Complex began, to the entertainment and alarm of a war-shattered and disillusioned world.