Kindle Notes & Highlights
And I repeat, we live for happiness, for that we went to battle, for that we die. Let grief never be connected with our name.
I have often imagined how tragic it would be to be the last soldier to be shot through the heart by the last bullet in the last second of a war. But someone must be that last soldier to fall. If I knew that I could be that last man to fall, I would go this moment.
Your fate may be sealed, you are to be shot day after tomorrow—but, oh, the many things that can happen in that tomorrow! Just live till tomorrow, and that may change everything.
What I see here is life, and what I have just come from is life. No matter what terrific pressure is applied, life is indestructible. It may be beaten out at one point but bursts forth at a hundred others. It is life, and remains stronger than death. Should that be bitter?
How strangely people are built—we can bear the unbearable.
In real life there are no spectators: you all participate in life.
