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

A golf course is the epitome of all that is purely transitory in the universe, a space not to dwell in, but to get over as quickly as possible.

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

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

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

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

One of the privileges of the great is to witness catastrophes from a terrace.