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

When he (man) ceased any longer to heed the words of the seers and prophets, science lovingly brought forth the radio.

There's a kind of permission for war which can be given only by the world's mood and atmosphere, the feel of its pulse. It would be madness to undertake a war without that permission.

Born enemies don't fight. Nations you would say were designed to go to war against each other by their skins, their language, their smell; always jealous of each other, always hating each other; they're not the ones who fight. You will find the real antagonists in nations fate has groomed and made ready for the same war.

There are no elements so diverse that they cannot be joined in the heart of a man.

Only the mediocre are always at their best.

The man who discovers a woman's weakness is like the huntsman in the heat of the day who finds a cool spring. He wallows in it.