They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.
Despair is a narcotic. It lulls the mind into indifference.
The Lord is infinitely good, essentially. He is growingly good, experimentally.
In war, where imperfect intelligence, the threat of a catastrophe, and the number of accidents are incomparably greater than any other human endeavor, the amount of missed opportunities, so to speak, is therefore bound to be greater.
The finite mind of man can never grasp the mysteries of the infinite. It is the highest wisdom, as it is our great happiness, to accept our limitations, to use what we have, and leave the rest to God.