...the voice was indisputable. It continued to swear with that breadth and variety that distinguishes the swearing of a cultivated man.

This isn't a war," said the artilleryman. "It never was a war, any more than there's war between man and ants.

And I have by me, for my comfort, two strange white flowers - shriveled now, and brown and flat and brittle - to witness that even when mind and strength had gone, gratitude and a mutual tenderness still lived on in the heart of men.

Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger. Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to bend a little than to break.

The serious people who took him seriously never felt quite sure of his deportment; they were somehow aware that trusting their reputations for judgment with him was like furnishing a nursery with egg-shell china.

I write to cover a frame of ideas.

What really matters is what you do with what you have.