I Can't Make Sense Out

There Is More Honor In A Field Well Plowed Than In A Field Steeped In Blood.

It Was 1943. The U.s. Had Already Entered World War Ii, So I Decided To Join The Army.

The Dear Girl, I Fear, May Be Contemplating Some Alarming, Disruptive Perhaps Dangerous Project. In Which Case, I Would Naturally Do All In My Power To Keep Her From Any Such Rash Or Foolhardy Enterprise – Unless She Wished Me To Accompany Her.

If I Fret Over Tomorrow, I'll Have Little Joy Today.

The Art Is More Important Than The Artist. The Work Is More Important Than The Person Who Does It. You Must Be Prepared To Sacrifice All The You Could Possibly Have, Be, Or Do; You Must Be Willing To Go All The Way For Your Art. If It Is A Question Between Choosing Between Your Life And A Work Of Art -- Any Work Of Art -- Your Decision Is Made For You.