You never kill any one that you want to kill in a war, he said to himself.

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

I'm not going to get into the ring with Tolstoy.

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

Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well

I always try to write on the principle of the iceberg. There is seven-eighths of it underwater for every part that shows.

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.