Man is a rational animal. He can think up a reason for anything he wants to believe.

What we call strategy is mainly just crossing rivers on bridges and passing mountains though cols.

We live between two dense clouds; the forgetting of what was and the uncertainty of what will be.

Christianity has done a great deal for love by making a sin of it.

A simple style is like white light. Although complex, it does not appear to be so.

What men call civilization is the condition of present customs; what they call barbarism, the condition of past ones.

Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.