Peace is that state in which fear of any kind is unknown.
It struck me that Albania was the sort of place that might keep a man from yawning.
There may be peace without joy, and joy without peace, but the two combined make happiness.
History gives us a kind of chart, and we dare not surrender even a small rushlight in the darkness. The hasty reformer who does not remember the past will find himself condemned to repeat it.
Pessimism is the one ism which kills the soul.
Civilization is a conspiracy. Modern life is the silent compact of comfortable folk to keep up pretences.