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.

Half the human race can change its name and sometimes its nation without suffering — at least half! All women!

Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile.

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?

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

Since I love you, my loneliness begins to throw you.