The war is dreadful. It is the business of the artist to follow it home to the heart of the individual fighters - not to talk in armies and nations and numbers - but to track it home.

It really was hand-to-mouth and you can say 'Poor little me how dreadful what a deprived childhood' but I didn't feel that way at all. It's all about the attitude at home.

Death be not proud though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful for thou art not so. For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not poor death nor yet canst thou kill me.

Ah mon cher for anyone who is alone without God and without a master the weight of days is dreadful.