What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out...

Do you believe in God, Martin?’And he answered, ‘Yes, because of His trees. Don’t you?”I’m not sure…”Oh, my poor, blind Stephen! Look again, go on looking until you do believe.

For the sake of all the others who are like you, but less strong and less gifted perhaps, many of them, it’s up to you to have the courage to make good.

The doctors cannot make the ignorant think, cannot hope to bring home the sufferings of millions; only one of ourselves can someday do that…It will need great courage but it will be done, because all...

The eye of youth is very observant. Youth has its moments of keen intuition, even normal youth — but the intuition of those who stand mi-way between the sexes is so ruthless, so poignant, so...

But now, here she was, very wishful to pray, while not knowing how to explain her dilemma: ‘I’m terribly unhappy, dear, unprobable God—’ would not be a very propitious beginning.

Do try to remember this: even the world’s not so black as it is painted”-Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

The grey of a bitter, starved-looking morning. The town like a mortally wounded creature, torn by shells, gashed open by bombs. Dead streets – streets of death – death in streets and their houses; yet...

And hearing him, Stephen found herself thinking that all men had something simple about them; something that took pleasure in the things that were blameless, that longed, as it were, to contact Nature.