The important rules in life are to Love and not feel guilty about what form the Love takes. Guilt is Failure to Love, which turns against you and cau… - Stephen Spender

Extensive whiteness drowned All sense of space. We tramped through Static, glaring days, Time's suspended blank.

Your heart was loaded with its fate like lead Pressing against the net of flesh: and those Countries that crept back across the boundaries Where you had forced open the arena Of limelit France with your star at the centre, Closed in on you, terrified no longer At the diamond in your head Which cut their lands and killed their men.

...Tolstoy's characters seem to come forward to meet you, very conscious of the impression they are making on one another and on the reader.