You think you are dying for your country; you die for the industrialists.
Change is the essence of life.
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.
A writer is rarely so well inspired as when he talks about himself.
What we call happiness is what we do not know.
Caress your phrase tenderly; it will end by smiling at you.