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

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

The brave men die in war. It takes great luck or judgment not to be killed. Once‚ at least‚ the head has to bow and the knee has to bend to danger. The soldiers who march back under the triumphal arches are death's deserters.

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.

Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile.

To win a woman in the first place you must please her, then undress her, and then somehow get her clothes back on her, finally, so that she will let you leave her, you've got to antagonise her.

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