You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.

The battle was over. Our casualties were some thirteen thousand killed--thirteen thousand minds, memories, loves, sensations, worlds, universes--because the human mind is more a universe than the universe itself--and all for a few hundred yards of useless mud.

Because a star explodes and a thousand worlds like ours die, we know this world is. That is the smile: that what might not be, is.

His statement to himself should have been, 'I possess this now, therefore I am happy', instead of what it so Victorianly was: "I cannot possess this for ever, and therefore am sad."

You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.

Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.

How can one build a better self unless on the ruins of the old?