When it snows in your nose, you catch cold in your brain.

The soul is innocent and immortal, it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse.

I like the image of The Old Man and the Sea, of striving and succeeding but finding that the success was ghost success. In other words, in the long run, after a certain age, the motives for success, pride or oppressing people or getting power.

What if someone gave a war and Nobody came?

The whole blear world of smoke and twisted steel around my head in a railroad car, and my mind wandering past the rust into futurity: I saw the sun go down in a carnal and primeval world, leaving darkness to cover my railroad train because the other side of the world was waiting for dawn.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked.

War is good business Invest your son