"She must have both some of the time, neither all the time."
"But isn't that increasingly difficult with a man to consider, possibly a child or two?"
"Difficult? Do you think there is anything more difficult than being a woman to-day? I don't," she answered bitterly.
"The most difficult thing I know is being a man."
"Why do we bother with it at all, when just a little plop out there in the fog would end it?"
"Would it, though?"
"Don't you think souls are ever allowed to rest? Do they plunge us into some new form the minute we leave the old?"
"It's the doubt about it that is salutary."
"If you go out, you're a coward. If you stay on, it's because you're afraid to go out," she cried.
"Even so. Therefore you come to grips with life, and prove yourself a good soldier."