Because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.

Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.

Maybe times are never strange to women: it is just one continuous monotonous thing full of the repeated follies of their menfolks.

We have to start teaching ourselves not to be afraid.

It's because I'm alone.. If I could just feel it, it would be different, because I would not be alone. But if I were not alone, everybody would know it. And he could do so much for me, and then I would not be alone. Then I could be all right alone.

This does not matter. This is not anything yet. It all depends on what you do with it, afterward.

No battle is ever won ... victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.