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

Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.

When he (man) ceased any longer to heed the words of the seers and prophets, science lovingly brought forth the radio.

There's a kind of permission for war which can be given only by the world's mood and atmosphere, the feel of its pulse. It would be madness to undertake a war without that permission.

Human beings are like timid punctuation marks sprinkled among the incomprehensible sentences of life.

Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life.

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.