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

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

And we all know love is a glass which makes even a monster appear fascinating.

The ratio of literacy to illiteracy is constant, but nowadays the illiterates can read and write.

When you aren't sincere you need to pretend, and by pretending you end up believing yourself; that's the basic principle of every faith.

The novel as we knew it in the nineteenth century was killed off by Proust and Joyce.

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