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.

During war we imprison the rights of man.

I have been a woman for fifty years, and I've never yet been able to discover precisely what it is I am.

As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum.

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.

Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.

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