There are some women in whom conscience is so strongly developed that it leaves little room for anything else. Love is scarcely felt before duty rushes to encase it, anger impossible because one must always be calm and see both sides, pity evaporates in expedients, even grief is felt as a sort of bruised sense of injury, a resentment that one should have grief forced upon one when one has always acted for the best.

Is it the realization that people recently psychoanalyzed tend to be dreadful bores which makes the U.S.A. army reject them for the draft?

no one wants to be praised for possibilities when one has submitted performances.

... possessiveness cannot accept; it cannot even strike a fair bargain; it has to confer.

Total grief is like a minefield. No knowing when one will touch the tripwire.

To think of losing is to lose already.

when the German propaganda tries to be winsome it is like a clown with homicidal mania - ludicrous and terrifying both at once.