During war we imprison the rights of man.

There's a kind of permission for war which can be given only by the world's mood and atmosphere, the feel of its pulse. It would be madness to undertake a war without that permission.

During war we imprison the rights of man.

To have money is to be virtuous, honest, beautiful and witty And to be without is to be ugly and boring and stupid and useless.

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

To make ourselves invisible to creditors or to the envious, and even to our own worries, we can take advantage here on earth of a great democratic institution-in fact, democracy's only success-the night.

Human beings are like timid punctuation marks sprinkled among the incomprehensible sentences of life.