I do not foresee a time when I shall feel that I have nothing to say.

An uncertain evil causes anxiety because, at the bottom of one's heart, one goes on hoping till the last moment that it may not be true; a certain evil, on the other hand, instills, for a time, a kind of dreary tranquillity.

War has become an affair of machines...and soldiers are little more than clever mechanics.

Our ideals, laws and customs should be based on the proposition that each generation in turn becomes the custodian rather than the absolute owner of our resources - and each generation has the obligation to pass this inheritance on in the future.

This thought strengthened in me my belief that all men, without exception, deserve to be pitied, if only because they are alive.

I like to compare my method with that of painters centuries ago, proceeding from layer to layer.

...my boredom might be described as a malady affecting external objects and consisting of a withering process; an almost instantaneous loss of vitality--just as though one saw a flower change in a few seconds from a bud to decay and dust.