I Was A Town Child,

The Appalling Thing About War Is That It Kills All Love Of Truth.

But What Of The Voice And Judgment Of Conscience? The Difficulty Is That We Have A Conscience Behind Our Conscience, An Intellectual One Behind The Moral. ... We Can See Quite Well That Our Opinions Of What Is Noble And Good, Our Moral Valuations, Are Powerful Levers Where Action Is Concerned; But We Must Begin By Refining These Opinions And Independently Creating For Ourselves New Tables Of Values.

It Gradually Dawned Upon Me That There Was No One More Difficult To Please Than My Mother.

I Was A Town Child, It Is True, But That Did Not Prevent Me Enjoying Open-air Life, With Plants And Animals.

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.