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

Countries are like fruit-the worms are always inside.

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.

Their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion.

Women have no sense of the abstract-a woman admiring the sky is a woman caressing the sky. In a woman's mind beauty is something she needs to touch.

Only the mediocre die always at their best. Real leaders are always improving - and raising their bar on how superbly they can perform and how quickly they can move.

I'm not afraid of death. It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.