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.

The greatest weapon in the world ... is ridicule.

Girls inevitably grew into women, but something of the boy persisted in every man.

Old men make wars that young men may die.

Besides, you want the unvarnished and ungarnished truth, and I'm no hand for that. I'm a lawyer.

Useless as a pulled tooth.

Every writer knows the terror of an unexpected success. How to carry on? How to repeat it?