For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.

Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, But they are not the Life for which they stand.

The world rolls round forever like a mill; it grinds out death and life and good and ill; it has no purpose, heart or mind or will.

More firm and sure the hand of courage strikes, when it obeys the watchful eye of caution.

Not long after I was married, World War II began. My husband John volunteered for the Navy and was sent to Pensacola for training as a Naval Combat Air Crew photographer. It seemed a strange assignment for a young newspaper editor and writer, already exempt, but off he went, saying goodbye to our 18-month-old Johnny and me.

As long as man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other.

I wore the cloth of the nation for over 31 years in peace and war, from the Vietnam and Cold War eras, to Afghanistan and Iraq, and the emergence of China.

I think soldiers are not just one homogenous group, just like Americans aren't. They all have different feelings about the war.