War Is Not An Adventure.

What Was My Body To Me? A Kind Of Flunkey In My Service. Let But My Anger Wax Hot, My Love Grow Exalted, My Hatred Collect In Me, And That Boasted Solidarity Between Me And My Body Was Gone.

Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The Spirit.

No Truth Is Proved, No Truth Achieved, By Argument, And The Ready-made Truths Men Offer You Are Mere Conveniences Or Drugs To Make You Sleep.

There Is No Growth Except In The Fulfillment Of Obligations.

Confuse Not Love With The Raptures Of Possession, Which Bring The Cruellest Of Sufferings. For, Notwithstanding The General Opinion, Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.