For Whom the Bell Tolls (Scribner Classics)

by Ernest Hemingway

To worry was as bad as to be afraid. It simply made things more difficult.

But Anselmo’s a man. They are wonderful when they are good, he thought. There is no people like them when they are good and when they go bad there is no people that is worse.

“Every one needs to talk to some one,” the woman said. “Before we had religion and other nonsense. Now for every one there should be some one to whom one can speak frankly, for all the valor that one could have one becomes very alone.” “We are not alone. We are all together.”