“Humor was an antiseptic that cleaned the deepest of personal wounds.”

“Disillusionment [is] one of the deepest of human wounds.”

“Time heals even the deepest wounds.”

“Our deepest wounds surround our greatest gifts.”

“In the midst of the heavy, hot fragrance of summer, and of the clean salty smell of the sea, there was the odor of wounded men, a sickly odor of blood and antiseptics which marked the zone of every military hospital. All Athens quickly took on that odor, as the wounded Greek soldiers were moved out of hospitals and piled into empty warehouses to make way for German wounded. Now every church, every empty lot, every school building in Athens is full of wounded, and on the pathways of Zappion, the park in the heart of Athens, bandaged men in makeshift wheel chairs are to be seen wherever one walks. Zappion is a profusion of flowers, heavy-scented luxurious flowers; but even the flower fragrance is not as strong as that of blood.”

“In my deepest wound I saw your glory, and it dazzled me.”