It is strange what a contempt men have for the joys that are offered them freely.

Let us lose none of their humble words, let us note their slightest gestures, and tell me, tell me that we will think of them together, now and later, when we realise the misery of the times and the magnitude of their sacrifice.

Courtesy is not dead - it has merely taken refuge in Great Britain.

When you are in it up to your ears, keep your mouth shut.

We do not know the true value of our moments until they have undergone the test of memory.

The swimmer adrift on the open seas measures his strength, and strives with all his muscles to keep himself afloat. But what is he to do when there is no land on the horizon, and none beyond it?

I have too much respect for the idea of God to make it responsible for such an absurd world.