I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon--down here everybody thinks he's Christ.

She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.

Well, I can't describe her exactly-except to say that she was beautiful. She was-tremendously alive.

No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.

I am not a great man, but sometimes I think the impersonal and objective equality of my talent and the sacrifices of it, in pieces, to preserve its essential value has some sort of epic grandeur.

How different it all was from what you'd planned.

Human sympathy has its limits.