I like Joan of Arc best of all my books; and it is the best; I know it perfectly well.

Talking of patriotism, what humbug it is; it is a word which always commemorates a robbery.

He gossips habitually; he lacks the common wisdom to keep still that deadly enemy of man, his own tongue.

Damn these human beings; if I had invented them I would go hide my head in a bag.

It isn't safe to sit in judgment upon another person's illusion when you are not on the inside. While you are thinking it is a dream, he may be knowing it is a planet.

His ignorance covers the world like a blanket, and there's scarcely a hole in it anywhere.

Manifestly, dying is nothing to a really great and brave man.