It is lovely, when I forget all birthdays, including my own, to find that somebody remembers me.

The pathos of life is worse than the tragedy.

That was the worst of being poor, you couldn't give the right things in sickness.

The worst thing about war is that so many people enjoy it.

The things I feared were not in the sky, but in the nature and in the touch of humanity. The cruelty of children . . . the blindness of the unpitiful - these were my terrors. But not the crash of thunder overhead, not the bolts of fire from the clouds.

Mediocrity would always win by force of numbers, but it would win only more mediocrity.

Passion alone could destroy passion. All the thinking in the world could not make so much as a dent in its surface.