Old men make wars that young men may die.

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

It is only in his head that man is heroic; in the pit of his stomach he is always a coward.

There is no place in the world, I imagine, for a philosopher with a sense of humor, a new leisure, and an inquiring turn of mind!

Old men make wars that young men may die.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

I had a vision ... of being found on the pavement by some passerby, with a small punctuation mark ending my sentence of life.