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

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

Destiny is simply the relentless logic of each day we live.

There is nothing so wrong in this world that a sensible woman can't set it right in the course of an afternoon.

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

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

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.