A man has only one way of being immortal on earth: he has to forget he is a mortal.
Half the human race can change its name and sometimes its nation without suffering — at least half! All women!
A woman is a creature who has discovered her own nature.
A golf course is the epitome of all that is purely transitory in the universe, a space not to dwell in, but to get over as quickly as possible.
Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.
Who would prefer peace to the glory of hunger and thirst, of wading through mud, and dying in the service of one's country?