It is useless to send armies against ideas.
I encountered among my comrades the most varied human traits, from frankness to reserve, from goodness, uprightness and kindness, to brutality and baseness.
The appalling thing about war is that it kills all love of truth.
Poor is the power of the lead that becomes bullets compared to the power of the hot metal that becomes types.
I came into the world two months too soon, I was in such a hurry.
But when I was twelve years old I caught my first strong glimpse of one of the fundamental forces of existence, whose votary I was destined to be for life - namely, Beauty.