I Admired In Others The Strength That

But My Doubt Would Not Be Overcome. Kierkegaard Had Declared That It Was Only To The Consciousness Of Sin That Christianity Was Not Horror Or Madness. For Me It Was Sometimes Both.

I Encountered Among My Comrades The Most Varied Human Traits, From Frankness To Reserve, From Goodness, Uprightness And Kindness, To Brutality And Baseness.

It Was Jolly In The Country. A Cow And Little Pigs To Play With And Milk Warm From The Cow.

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

The War Imbued My Tin Soldiers With Quite A New Interest. It Was Impossible To Have Boxes Enough Of Them.