Seems nothing draws men together like killing other men.
That's the worst of a war--you have to go on hearing about it so long.
To cease to love -- that is defeat.
Hurts of childhood live on; in one form or other they are there to the end.
It is through suppression that hells are formed in us.
I can't think of any sorrow in the world that a hot bath wouldn't help, just a little bit.