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

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

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

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.

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

When you see a woman who can go nowhere without a staff of admirers, it is not so much because they think she is beautiful, it is because she has told them they are handsome.

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.