That's the worst of a war--you have to go on hearing about it so long.
Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.
They made small effort to cover their raw souls with the mantle of commonplace words.
Some days are happy days - of themselves, as if for their own sakes. They seem to be enjoying themselves, regardless of what use may be made of them.
It is through suppression that hells are formed in us.
A clock is a little machine that shuts us out from the wonder of time.