Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

The poetry of heroism appeals irresistibly to those who don't go to a war, and even more to those whom the war is making enormously wealthy. It's always so.

Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.

Life must go on, even if it's no joke...just pretend to believe in the future.

All in all, death is something like marriage.

We've no use for intellectuals in this outfit. What we need is chimpanzees. Let me give you a word of advice: never say a word to us about being intelligent. We will think for you, my friend. Don't forget it.