The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted" -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

the realization of great mutual love can at times be so overwhelming a thing, that even the bravest of hearts may grow fearful.

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

Life's not all beer and skittles

Language is surely too small a vessel to contain these emotions of mind and body that have somehow awakened a response in the spirit.

It is bad for the soul to know itself a coward, it is apt to take refuge in mere wordy violence.