Never have nights been more beautiful than these nights of anxiety. In the sky have been shining in trinity the moon, Venus and Mars. Nature has been more splendid than man.

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 stench of human wreckage in which the Nazi regime finally sank down to defeat has been the most shocking fact of modern times.

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.

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 . . .

... people who don't want something are less likely to get it than people who do want something.