If two people who love each other let a single instant wedge itself between them, it grows-it becomes a month, a year, a century; it becomes to late.

In times of death and famine, reason is on the side of the priests-who have their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion, invents them.

Since I love you, my loneliness begins to throw you.

Who would prefer peace to the glory of hunger and thirst, of wading through mud, and dying in the service of one's country?

The stage play is a trial, not a deed of violence. The soul is opened, like the combination of a safe, by means of a word. You don't require an acetylene torch.

Women have no sense of the abstract-a woman admiring the sky is a woman caressing the sky. In a woman's mind beauty is something she needs to touch.

There is nothing so wrong in this world that a sensible woman can't set it right in the course of an afternoon.