To have no ideas and being able to express them is the essence of journalism.

It so often happened to me that someone who shared my opinion kept the larger share for himself that I am now forewarned and offer people only ideas.

How powerful social mores are! Only a spider's web lies across the volcano, yet it refrains from erupting.

How is the world ruled and led to war? Diplomats lie to journalists and believe these lies when they see them in print.

When I take up my pen, nothing can happen to me. Fate, remember that.

War is, at first, the hope that one will be better off; next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off; then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off; and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off.

I master only the language of others. Mine does with me what it wants.