But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?

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.

That's the worst of a war--you have to go on hearing about it so long.

Im an American. Weve translated democracy and brotherhood and equality into enterprise and opportunity and success - and thats getting Americanised.

The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.

Even though you've given up a past it hasn't given you up. It comes uninvited - and sometimes half welcome.

But mayn't desertion be a brave thing? A fine thing? To desert a thing we've gone beyond - to have the courage to desert it and walk right off from the dead thing to the live thing - ?