To seek out in a world full of joy the one thing that is certain to give you pain, and hug it to your bosom with all your strength; that's the greatest human happiness.

Men should only believe half of what women say. But which half?

It's odd how people waiting for you stand out far less clearly than people you are waiting for.

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

Everyone always dies for his country. If you have lived in it, well and wisely and actively, you die for it too.

Only the mediocre are always at their best.

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