Suspicion is like the rain. It falls on the just and on the unjust.

McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business.

Peace is not a passive but an active condition, not a negation but an affirmation.

Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.

War is not two great armies meeting in the clash and frenzy of battle. War is a boy being carried on a stretcher, looking up at God’s blue sky with bewildered eyes that are soon to close; war is a woman carrying a child that has been injured by a shell; war is spirited horses tied in burning buildings and waiting for death; war is the flower of a race, battered, hungry, bleeding, up to its knees in filthy water; war is an old woman burning a candle before the Mater Dolorsa for the son she has given.

Men were not equal in the effort they made, nor did equal efforts bring equal result. ... Equality of opportunity, yes. Equality of effort and result, no.

It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.