It seemed sensible to crave safety, to crave shelter from the bombs and the Birds and the daily depravity of war. But somewhere deep in her mind an idea had begun to fester—perhaps the longing for safety was itself just another kind of violence—a violence of cowardice, silence, submission. What was safety, anyway, but the sound of a bomb falling on someone else’s home?
An engaged woman is always more agreeable than a disengaged. She is satisfied with herself. Her cares are over, and she feels that she may exert all her powers of pleasing without suspicion. All is safe with a lady engaged: no harm can be done.
There is no surer way of evading the world than by Art; and no surer way of uniting with it than by Art.
Man is always in danger – from traffic, from germs, from a hundred-and-one things. As well be killed one way as another. The moment you begin being careful of yourself – adopting as your motto ‘Safety First’ – you might as well be dead.