Human beings are interested in two things. They are interested in the Reality and interested in telling about it.

Near a war is always not very near.

War is never fatal but always lost. Always lost.

The kind of loving women and men have in them and the ways it comes out from them makes for them the bottom nature in them, gives to them their kind of thinking, makes the character they have all their living in them, makes them then their kind of women and men and there are always many millions made of each kind of them.

Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.

A little artist has all the tragic unhappiness and the sorrows of a great artist and he is not a great artist.

Nobody knows what I am trying to do but I do and I know when I succeed.