The soldier's body becomes a stock of accessories that are not his property.

A goal without a pan is just a wish.

Even our misfortunes are a part of our belongings.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

The field of consciousness is tiny. It accepts only one problem at a time. Get into a fist fight, put your mind on the strategy of the fight, and you will not feel the other fellow's punches.

Transport of the mails, transport of the human voice, transport of flickering pictures-in this century as in others our highest accomplishments still have the single aim of bringing men together.

Sometimes, there is no harm in putting off a piece of work until another day.