Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.

When men can hate without risk, their stupidity is easily convinced, the motives supply themselves.

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.

History doesn't pass the dishes again.

The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.

Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's "yes," all's well. That is enough.