[Never give up hope. Never give in to pessimism. Never despair.] No horse named Morbid ever won a race!

All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they really happened and after you are finished reading one you feel that it all happened to you and after which it all belongs to you.

Until the dead are buried they change somewhat in appearance each day. The color change in Caucasian races is from white to yellow, to yellow-green, to black. If left long enough in the heat the flesh comes to resemble coal-tar, especially where it has been broken or torn, and it has quite a visible tarlike iridescence. The dead grow larger each day until sometimes they become quite too big for their uniforms, filling these until they seem blown tight enough to burst. The individual members may increase in girth to an unbelievable extent and faces fill as taut and globular as balloons.

We thought of wine as something as healthy and normal as food and also as a great giver of happiness and well being and delight.

To be successful in writing, use short sentences.

Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.

For what are we born if not to aid one another?