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.

There is nothing so wrong in this world that a sensible woman can't set it right in the course of an afternoon.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

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

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

A faithful woman looks to the spring, a good book, perfume, earthquakes, and divine revelation for the experience others find in a lover. They deceive their husbands, so to speak, with the entire world, men excepted.

A man's name, title, and rank are artificial and impermanent; they do nothing to reveal what he really is, even to himself.