I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

Are wars... anything but the means whereby a nation's problems are set, where creation is stimulated - there you have adventure. But there is no adventure in heads-or-tails, in betting that the toss will come out of life or death. War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

For, to conceited men, all other men are admirers.

Truth is not that which is demonstrable but that which is ineluctable.

Good taste" is a virtue of the keepers of museums. If you scorn bad taste, you will have neither painting nor dancing, neither palaces nor gardens.

But games always cover something deep and intense, else there would be no excitement in them, no pleasure, no power to stir us.

The one thing that matters is the effort.