It is no small thing, Major, to be lost in a blizzard in the night skies over war-torn Europe. - Alistair MacLean's Death Train

To all things an end, to every night its dawn; even to the longest night when dawn never comes, there comes at last the dawn.

Dr. MacDonald was a big heavily-built man in his late forties, with that well-leathered and spuriously tough look you quite often find among a certain section of the unemployed landed gentry who spend a great deal of time in the open air, much of it mounted on large horses in pursuit of small foxes.

We know about this deliberate policy admittedly as effective as it is suicidal—of endless provocation, waiting for something, for somebody to break. But please, Major Sherman, please do not try to provoke too many people in Amsterdam. We have too many canals.