God is for men, and religion for women.

Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.

Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing.

Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.

Yet, when one thinks of it, diplomacy without force is a but a rotten reed to lean upon.

That faculty of beholding at a hint the face of his desire and the shape of his dream, without which the earth would know no lover and no adventurer.

Everything belonged to him. It made me hold my breath in expectation of hearing the wilderness burst into prodigious peal of laughter that would shake the fixed stars in their places.