Half the human race can change its name and sometimes its nation without suffering — at least half! All women!

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.

Everyone always dies for his country. If you have lived in it, well and wisely and actively, you die for it too.

Everyone, when there's war in the air, learns to live in a new element: falsehood.

A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire.

It's odd how people waiting for you stand out far less clearly than people you are waiting for.

In war-time a man is called a hero. It doesn't make him any braver, and he runs for his life. But at least it's a hero who is running away.