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.

The man who discovers a woman's weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.

There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man.

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

A man has only one way of being immortal on earth: he has to forget he is a mortal.

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