Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among seaweed and whitened timbers like the homesick refugees of a long war.

There's something brave and touching about game girls of all ages keeping themselves smart in hard times - one thinks of those wonderful women during World War II drawing stocking seams in eyebrow pencil up the back of legs stained with gravy browning because nylons were so hard to get hold of.

We women are constantly at war with our bodies it is hard to find amnesty for ourselves.

The natural principle of war is to do the most harm to our enemy with the least harm to ourselves and this of course is to be effected by stratagem.

For one thing I don't think that anybody in any war thinks of themselves as a hero.

Virtue is a state of war and to live in it we have always to combat with ourselves.

I worked night and day for twelve years to prevent the war but I could not. The North was mad and blind would not let us govern ourselves and so the war came.

War is so unjust and ugly that all who wage it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves.

Today we know that World War II began not in 1939 or 1941 but in the 1920's and 1930's when those who should have known better persuaded themselves that they were not their brother's keeper.

We used to wonder where war lived what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.

It is our duty still to endeavor to avoid war but if it shall actually take place no matter by whom brought on we must defend ourselves. If our house be on fire without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without we must try to extinguish it.

Only when we realize that there is no eternal unchanging truth or absolute truth can we arouse in ourselves a sense of intellectual responsibility.

Most people live in a myth and grow violently angry if anyone dares to tell them the truth about themselves.

Let us begin by committing ourselves to the truth to see it like it is and tell it like it is to find the truth to speak the truth and to live the truth.

Those who never retract their opinions love themselves more than they love the truth.

When we believe ourselves in possession of the only truth we are likely to be indifferent to common everyday truths.

There are few things in which we deceive ourselves more than in the esteem we profess to entertain for our firends. It is little better than a piece of quackery. The truth is we think of them as we please that is as they please or displease us.