Women have invented nothing in all that, except the men who were born as male babies and grew up to be men big enough to be killed fighting.

In the history of art there are periods when bread seems so beautiful that it nearly gets into museums.

Genius is a talent only for living, those who possess it have little gift for dying.

By jove, no wonder women don't love war nor understand it, nor can operate in it as a rule; it takes a man to suffer what other men have invented . . .

The German passion for bureaucracy -- for written and signal forms . . . to move about, to work, to exist -- is like a steel pin pinning each French individual to a sheet of paper, the way an entomologist pins each specimen insect . . .

The older women were Sunbeams and I guess we were Cherubs or Lambs, but our mothers were Nightingales.

[Charles de Gaulle] has been abysmally careless, like a man running a bus over mountains, who forgot to equip it with good brakes.