A woman is a creature who has discovered her own nature.

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

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.

Death is the next step after the pension-it's perpetual retirement without pay.

Born enemies don't fight. Nations you would say were designed to go to war against each other by their skins, their language, their smell; always jealous of each other, always hating each other; they're not the ones who fight. You will find the real antagonists in nations fate has groomed and made ready for the same war.

Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.

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.