A woman is a creature who has discovered her own nature.
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.
Their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion.
Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life.
A man has only one way of being immortal on earth: he has to forget he is a mortal.
Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.