A wife loves out of duty, and duty leads to constraint, and constraint kills desire.

I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.

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

There is an invisible garment woven around us from our earliest years; it is made of the way we eat, the way we walk, the way we greet people.

One of the privileges of the great is to witness catastrophes from a terrace.

The spirit of a nation is what counts-the look in its eyes.