We are discreet sheep; we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove.

There are lies, damned lies and statistics.

Pessimism is only the name that men of weak nerve give to wisdom.

You feel mighty free and easy and comfortable on a raft.

Humor is the good natured side of a truth.

The writing begins when you’ve finished. Only then do you know what you’re trying to say.

All war must be just the killing of strangers against whom you feel no personal animosity; strangers whom, in other circumstances, you would help if you found them in trouble, and who would help you if you needed it.