The first problem of war was that no one was any good at it yet.

Life took longer to reassemble than it did to blow apart, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be lovely, providing that one remembered to go for country walks, and to tune the wireless to music.

One could always imagine that one's life, though smoldering in parts, might be undamaged in the west.

But what good is it to teach a child to count, if you don't show him that he counts for something?

They spoke of small things at first, since it was best, when reattaching threads, to begin with the easiest knots.

People spoke in whispers, as if the war was listening

She knew, now, why her father had not spoken of the last war, nor Alistair of his. It was hardly fair on the living.

I suppose we ought to be getting home, in any case.”“Oh god, is it wartime already?”“Look on the bright side: it’ll be dinner when we get back.

Then I’m tempted to die just to … spite him.”“That’s the spirit that will win us the war.

There in the sweet sacking smell of the mail bags he understood that he was dying, and it pleased him that he was going in the company of so many soft words home.

Everything can be restored. If one won't believe that, how does one endure all this?

Max: "You'll never be good enough to deserve her, you know."Ash: "God doesn't always give you what you deserve, " Ash said quietly. "Sometimes he gives you what you can't live without.

She gave me for my pains a world of sighs.

Bigger is always better.

Be too big for worry and too noble for anger.

Pure felicity is reserved for the heavenly life; it grows not in an earthly soil.

A nation's strength is found not in the number of its laws but in the character of its people.

The soul is silent. If it speaks at all it speaks in dreams.

I feel like you've got to go through some things in order to get somewhere. He [GOD] took me through nearly seven years of hell, but allowed me to grow and mature into a man and true professional.

Aristotle him selfe sayeth, that medicines be no meate to lyue withall.

Oh, those women! They nurse and cuddle their presentiments, and make darlings of their ugliest thoughts.