He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

She knew this man's smile, his gentle ways of love, but not his godlike fury in the storm. She might snare him in a fragile net of music, love and flowers, but, at each departure, he would break forth without, it seemed to her, the least regret.

There is no hope of joy except in human relations.

That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it's because you're truly a wise man.

Once men are caught up in an event, they cease to be afraid. Only the unknown frightens men.