Propaganda is a soft weapon; hold it in your hands too long, and it will move about like a snake, and strike the other way.

A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.

Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.

Some men like to make a little garden out of life and walk down a path

Tragedy is restful: and the reason is that hope, that foul, deceitful thing, has no part in it.

Nothing is irreparable in politics.